And I bet you thought and reduced me to nothing but a sexpot... Were you disappointed or distraught when you found out I was not? With my translucent porcelain skin and tiny blue branches within occasionally masochistically split, broken. I whisper through scarlet painted lips... "This entire time you dreamt me as your mistress... you didn't realize, I am but a damsel in distress... in my seductive caress lies a weakness, that corruption you gave me of stolen innocence." You thought of me as a vulture with a craving for flesh, impure... but I am but a caged little bird wishing for an escape, and a cure... for the emptiness you left behind. I want to be purified of your lies. I'm glitter in your mind... but you're dirt in mine.