• You are sweet

    With your smile

    With your looks

    With your charm

    With love that makes fair maidens limp

    But that is only the mask you made

    Inside you are twisted

    You only shower false love

    To recieve something

    To recieve someone

    You care little of all

    But love thy self

    You do not have passion

    Though you are cruel

    Which gives me hatred

    I shall give the stongest of passions

    Murder