Irony sweet, Hypocrisy sweeter...
Retarded emotion fused within the blanket of childish fantasy. Your eyes will never be open, the real world is too painful. An understanding beyond genuine comprehension. Seeping beneath her fragile frame-work, smothered and choked the one thing that once made her so unique. Lying back on your 'rose-tinted' bed linen safe inside the purple room. A plague of deception, her walls of protection are so feeble. Writhing inside your bed, a sinister face of glee. She will succumb and you will destroy the last drop of ambition. She will be lost and the esence of her soul, the uniqueness of her spirit, will be tormently entwined with the stench of yours. Pray her eyes be open.