She is so sneaky so quiet it is freaky
Her mind is awake but her heart is sleepy
Her style is creepy eating my soul with her eyes
Blank face expression no happiness no surprise
She baths in hell burns in water dries in pain
To see someone suffer is her 15 seconds of fame
She smiles as I cry and she drinks my tears
Provoking my anger expressing my fears
This woman eats angels for lunch and snacks
Bights the wings off the backs just to relax
Smelling the brim stone from her perfume
As soon as it hits my nose I smell my doom
I feel stakes through my heart her style just kills
While she doesn’t return to my love my blood spills
I am melting away now my heart is chewed
She eats me because I am sweet as devil food