The Painting Jacqueline

Lifeless, no life..

They called me the beauty Jacqueline 

Wildly impaled by a knife, 

Been murdered when I was nineteen

Someone had waited..

You locked my room very tightly

Fear got me really nutty

Oh Mother, why did you kill me?

Delighted you took the brush

Wore me kind of blouse and other dresses, 

You drew me into the painting Jacqueline