There once was a girl whose mind was full of dancing stars.
Whose ears only heard laughter songs,
And giggles the size of her own semblance,
Cause she saw the world in a vibrant renaissance.
Where the sky is fairy tale pink.
And if you blink
You’ll miss the distinct glimpse
Of what she thinks is destined links,
Because she only speaks,
With mystique
And deep techniques that will sweep you off feet.
Bring you to an iris street
Where you’ll taste the indiscreet beat
That leaks from her sweet treats.
And you’ll feel complete.
But soon greed shrieks and you’ll try to keep her gleam.
she’ll retreat with a scream,
For she doesn’t like to be held to one dream!
She is a stream flowing gasoline
that‘ll clean your cheek or ignite your sleep.
She is a queen who should be held in high esteem.
How dare you an unclean disease think you could keep such a fine thing?
But although she may be supreme,
Even she can get caught between
Her gleam and a man's need.  
But how could she have known he would bring unpleasant pleas.
She had never before been face to face with hellfire,
With eyes only full of desire,
Mouth made to devour,
And movements that conspired.
And at first, he only inspired elation,
Had her full of anticipation,
And left her eyes open in fascination.
But he soon grew impatient and demanded the final destination.  
When she refused to give her purity,
He held her in place.
Filled her mind with razor blades.
Clouded her ears with degrade.
Made her fairy tale fade.
Drank her dry
And left her to die.