domingo, 3 de setembro de 2017

Speak of the Devil

She has a dark, dark hair
And an elegant cat walk
Her eyes are black turmalines
And her lipstick bloody red

In the depth of the night
Silently waiting for you
To leave you breathless 
And devour your soul

Her words are poison
Which spreads all over her body
She's a cocktail of insanity
And you just another that will fall for it

Her deadly lies will haunt you
While she laughs in ecstasy

She has horns like the Devil
And now 
She's coming for you


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