The Devil Scorned
Jet black curls,
Watch as her fury unfurls.
Yes, she’s pouring you water,
But she’s planning your slaughter.
Don’t fall for her pretty eyes,
They only desire your demise.
She acts so innocent,
Baby, she’s hell-bent.
Don’t wipe away her tears,
Or she’ll see your worst fears.
She paints her nails red,
While she pictures you dead.
When she walks, her hands sway,
They’l have you dead and grey.
When her feet don’t make a sound,
She wants you six feet underground.
She dances in the light,
But she’ll kill you in the night.
No, she isn’t sleeping,
She’s dreaming of you weeping.
She’s taking in a deep breath,
Yes, of course, she’s planning your death.
She walks lightly down the hall,
Perhaps, she’s planning your fall.
Combing her hair to untangle,
But it’s only you she wants to strangle.
Are you afraid?
Did your innocence fade?
Remember when she’s near,
That she can always smell your fear.
Lock your doors when you sleep,
Or you’ll forever be death’s to keep.
Bolt all the windows shut,
Or she’ll feed you to her mutt.
You think that it’s all so swell,
Baby, she wants to give you hell.
Yes, your silence is dear,
But hers is one to fear.
What is your crime, is that what you wonder?
If she could, she would strike you with thunder.
Ever since you were twenty-five,
Your pain is what has kept her alive.
Yes, your sorrow and your sadness,
Still feed her sadistic madness.
If you still ask, what on Earth did you do?
Well, you broke her heart when she loved you.
