she was tough
(as they come)
in a coat
of pain

she was harder
than diamonds
left out
in the rain

and she smiled
qualified
at how life
slipped away

and she wallowed
in strength
tíl her
final day

no one
knew her
her fame
was too great

so she built
a blood moat
that circled
her fate

sexy as hell
cold
as a stream

her talent
too vast
to thrive
in a team

so let it
all out
you might
as well

the back door
to heaven
is the entry
to hell

so sleep
little bird
but soar
like prayer

and I'll tell
the world
that once
you were here