Her sanctuary locked and bolted
Protection from the world in deep seated solace
No trust or faith in promises for she sees their deceptions
Colours of jungles and blood
A leafy bed made of velvet and sex
Ice liquor on display for a thirsty mind
A mind in need of another relapse to release
Golden beast roam her walls
Guardian cats oh so loyal to their mistress
Bowing to an entrance growls turn into purrs
Tantalising auras of lust linger endlessly
An incomplete happiness stuck in contempt of the outside
Only oceans under the bed not monsters
They had all been invited out to drink and dine
Friendships now made from her fears
A true harbour for her vessel created in red light to banish the dark
