Portrait of a Lady Come To Life

PORTRAIT OF A LADY COME TO LIFE staring out of the upper window in the broad daylight, starched in a broad collar and a long flowing dress of black, it is as cold as an icy January morning you just know something is in the room with you and if you could move you'd be getting out of there fast 'cuz story goes she was a vain and self-centered woman from many centuries ago but God only knows the true secret life that remains untold but the portrait of a smile less frauline still haunts those who own the painting after all this time a legend in her own mind, evil incarnate suspended in time... PORTRAIT OF A LADY COME TO LIFE disrupting a God fearing family's life, greatly enjoying scaring the hell out of them oh and there she goes driving them crazy again causing chaos and just laughing about it but no one else seems to be laughing about it but there's just no doubt about it... It’s THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY COME TO LIFE morning, day and night, as cold as ice... well my advice is to burn that damn painting and burn it tonight!