She surrounded herself with
nothing but pain and fear.
Her greatest pleasures in life
was to stab like a spear.

Her veins flowed with nothing
because she was always cold.
The smallest of life was ripped
from her body only to be sold.

A potential for greatness she
totally lacked the skill.
Everything that crossed her path
was destroyed and killed.

At the very end of her walkway
the lights are always dark.
She presents the world with smiles
but she has a black heart.

Her wardrobes glitters with fake
diamonds and gold plated lies.
Holding a silver cup to her mouth
swallowing spoil milk and flies.

The audience claps loudly as she
bows down with grace.
Accepting their cheers without
seeing the pain on their faces.