Simple Art

It started out as a simple sketch

And grew into a face

With a frown

It grew into a body

With scars

It grew into a soul

With life

It started out with simple lines

And developed shadows

With hidden lies

It developed walls

With no escape

It developed marble

With coldness to ones touch

It started out as a simple idea

And formed a story

With pain in its pages

It formed a conscious

With no ability to deny

It formed an end

With life left alone

It started out as something so simple

And became grander over time

With swirls and life

It became magical

With life and death

It became a work of art

With everything