Black Market Barbie - Blood and Silk, pt I

Gold grin, sin stitched in a suit, Soft lips with exotic loot. Black-star on a beautiful brute, Love-bomb lit like a goddamn fuse. Jet black glass on a midnight ride, Red flags dressed up as royal pride. He sold heaven in tiny parts, Put price tags on my torn heart. Green eyes, billionaire bait, Soft voice opened pearly gates. Said, “Girl, you look like fate,” Then crowned my throat in a gilded cage. Silk dress, kiss on the seam, Champagne bled, like a fever dream. Learned my scars, called them art, Carved velvet hooks in my heart. Clean smile, criminal class, Flashbulbs froze me in holy glass. Fast cars, first-name with stars, Made hell look blessed from afar. Love-bombed, limousine lights, False crown, paradise price. Felt like heaven could see me, But this devil wore fucking Armani. Every gift had a little switchblade, Every kiss came gift-wrapped in shade. Every “queen” had a collar inlaid, Every dream had a debt unpaid. Black Market Barbie in a gold-lit cage, Pretty little doll on a rich man’s stage. He called me heaven, dressed me in stars, Then sold my soul behind velvet bars. Black Market Barbie with a bite in the dark, Black Market Barbie with a knife in my heart. Black Market Barbie, he paid for the part, But he bought the body and missed the damn spark. Jet skis cut up the coast, Rich boys grinned through a blood-red toast. Pretty girls playing their roles, White sands swallowed the ghosts. Couples came dressed like saints, Gold smiles covered the bloodstains. Same charm, same crocodile grin, Same trap wearing a brand-new skin. Black cards, cabanas, code names, Blue waves whispered an old pain. Red sun burned through the glass, Like hell wore a first-class pass. Phones gone, said “Privacy, babe,” Doors clicked, music got raised. One girl looked dead in her eyes, Then smiled like rehearsed lies... Laughter leaked through a locked door, Bare feet dragged on the marble floor. My gut screamed, “Girl, run for shore,” Then his smile said, “You’re not yours.” Moonlight bled on the black shore, Silk dress clung to my cold core. Soft screams slipped through the locked door, Heaven wasn’t paradise anymore. Red lights blinked in the hallway, Rich men laughed in a slow sway. One girl mouthed, “Don’t drink the wine,” Then smiled when his hand touched her spine. Gold walls watched like a courtroom, Perfume mixed with the salt gloom. My crown felt more like a costume, Fear bloomed black in my perfume. Then I saw what the shine hid, Every doll had a price bid. Every kiss was a contract signed, Every lost girl had a barcode behind. Silk mask slid from his calm face, Sweet talk died in this cold space. He said, “Smile, learn your new place,” Then locked my name in a glass case. “Girls like you never leave shore, You get remade, then sold for more. Every gift was a leash, little thing, Every kiss was a marionette string.” Guards stood still by the red door, My knees shook on the wet floor. I felt fear turn into flame, Like hell clicked open my fucking name. Sand kissed glass as the tide rolled, Gold ribs cracked and my blood ran cold. He bought the body, missed the sting, First black thread learned how to sing... Every gift had a goddamn blade, Every kiss was a contract made. Every crown was a collar displayed, Every dream came already paid. Black Market Barbie in a gold-lit cage, Pretty little doll on a rich man’s stage. He called me heaven, dressed me in scars, Then sold my soul behind velvet bars. Black Market Barbie with a bite in the dark, Black Market Barbie with a knife in my heart. Black Market Barbie, he paid for the part, He bought the body and woke my fucking spark. Glass cracked loud when my heart kicked, Black thread snapped like a fucking whip. Black-star pulse made the lights glitch, Then my fear learned to talk its shit. He said, “Good girl,” with a dead-eye grin, I smiled back with the rot within. Vexis Nightfall kissed my skin, Then my black-market heart woke in sin. Black market heart.