A darkness dwells behind her eyes;
her welcome smile’s just a disguise.
Her hunger whispers, “Come to me,”
that’s part command and partly plea,
wrapped in a hollow shell of lies.
For her, there is no compromise.
Your adoration is the prize
that feeds the longing vanity
behind her eyes.
Her venom soon will paralyze
leaving you to your demise.
Revealed, you’re finally free to see
the darkness and the agony
behind her eyes.
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