Been used
Been abuse
Been to Hell
Been to pleasure
This strong mind has been a lever
Of frusration and anger
These heart shaped lips
This full blood pout
Has been looked over
No more.

My mouth - mangled by red, red rose thorns
My heart - wrapped with cold, cold ice storms
My words - bring my soul to life
My thgouhts - used for enchanting
My eyes - tricky and made of smoke
So as to misguide you in what I think
My skin - mutilated and twisted with worms
My tongue - sharp and filled with a venomous sting
My fingers lock and cuff you against will

My body - snake, long, graceful... I will be beautiful.