clock over my head.

Murder she wrote, as she signed a slith across his throat.
When all lies led to the truth.
She was nothing to him but a pootch.
He stared at her, she regained power.
Fools beg for salvation.
She holds a dagger to her indignation.
A trade of love and respect,
won her a life he lost.


Born to the butterflies.
Living to the roll of a dice.
Doubling all ties.
A misstress of disguise.

Glorified by her sins.
tormenting foes by her means.
deceit long awauts her prince.
thrones in hell for her kins.

She'll bind you with a spell.
Kiss you dreams that'll bring you to hell.
She's sincerely kind to be cruel.
Your soul to the devil she'll sell.

Warning I send out.

Don't go easy on a lady,
that presents wit and vanity.
The bait will creep silently,
and suck your soul out of its sanity.