Tensel town is all the rage.
Till they lock you in a big metal cage.
Auction you off like a cheap little hook.
Find my biography not in a book.
Screens aflame action abounds.
While my lifeless body lies beneath the ground.
What killed me who did this dirty deed.
Was it power, hatred, money or greed.
Could it be beauty that slay this savage beast.
Was it the media hungry fools eating their feast.
The answer is simple, easy to know.
Twas love of my pretty little flower that killed my soul.