Her heart was of barb wire Made of glass While drinking blood to her lips Red color excited her under the breath of exotic lipstick Fashion infested armor to protect Of any vulnerable interaction of safety Aborting her sentimental value under her fathers thumb print Impressing pressure of royal crown of insults and insecurities Cocked pistol of mouth, razor sharp teeth And fire of hell breath yet smells of roses Boundage to the insanity of the betrayal fighting ghosts of madness That intoxicates and stimulates Softness of the padded room Fetish to her pain