She's such a cynic, but she's still so young,
With October hair and a silver edged tongue.
She hides in lace and delicate things,
Her back is painted with fairy wings.

She gets it all, the hate and stares,
Head held high, she doesn't care.
Nothing touches her heart of ice,
and if it does, it pays the price.

The rhythm of heavy music soothes the soul,
She'll pretend for a moment that she's whole.
Forever the girl who incites sin and lust,
the best friend you just can't help but trust.

She's like the king with a touch of gold,
Except her touch is always cold.
She tends to break her favorite toys,
And then she finds another boy.

But what she never lets them know,
Is how it hurts to let them go,
But her eyes are dark and full of hate,
And she knows its far too late.
To save her.