Lovely death is her middle name.
Wonders around in her wicked webs of lies.
She slowly creeps in your slumber,
Whispers sickly sweet things to your foul ear.
Give you what you want in the bright light haven,
but not in the dark shadow realms.
She proudly wore a mask that shows evil smirk with red lipstick
From her bloodhounds that use to be called man.
Get chills from just looking into her cold deadly eyes.
Her words are deeper than the black abliss.
She walks like the venomous queen she is truly and eyes glows with
Hatred and lost souls in agonizing scorching pain.
She bites off her victims heads she called naive spouses.
True pity,
True pity to the blinded men I say.
O' where have her humanity gone off too?
Is it under her bloody red Louie Vuittons that she crushes her victims heart with?
Where are her meaniful humane cries?
Are they in her hundreds of late husband shallow beds?
Does she have her personal pandora box?
Filled with the horrifying unknown things that can't be spoken of ever!
One kiss!
Just one
Why Black widow !
Just why!
