Queen Of The Food Chain

You sure know the rulesTo turn all heads to your menuFor this is all you show... For this is all you have to offerAs she grows pale and oldThis color was never your own ever since you bought the security of controlWith then feet of soil on your chest to choke any whiff of animationBury all risks foreverWalk on blood-red sandsSoaked with the grief of coveting docile handsCrushed by your own rocksAnd this is what you draw upon:Feast on the purity of breathing organic matterNo need to cut off her wings:Your words lay like stones in her stomachShe takes everythingShe's the queen of the food-chainThe last one to starveThe first one to bleed into oblivion