She sits on her golden throne
Watching the world spin
Her eyes, gleaming with perfection,
On the out side she is just that
Perfect.

If only they could see what’s behind,
In her soul and in her mind.
She makes beautiful love every night, but not with men,
With the needle.
Offering warmth and safety for her cold and lonely heart.

As she slowly tears her life apart,
She sits a top her throne,
Twisting, manipulating and sculpting her world,
Tricking us all,
Fools gold.