After Hours by Regina Wade

I can turn anything into art
Then the world goes dark, and he makes a canvas out of me.
Art is my life, and the world is my canvas.
I travel, leaving everywhere I go a little more colorful than I found it.
During the day I paint faces, but at night?
At night I paint my soul.
He’s the first one to ever catch me,
Then the lights go out and he sees the real me.