Friday, March 25, 2011

She Snake

They called her beautiful
The girl with twisted smile.
She has them convinced, it's all for good intentions.
But a snake at heart, she slithers inside them,
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Her bite is quick and painless,
But hr venom, beyond deadly.
She holds them on a string of hope and a thread of their own insecurities.
She acts as the puppeteer and they are merely her puppets.
If she go up they follow
If she says down they bow at her command.
Little did they know, death is what waits for them in her chambers.
One by one they enter and one by one they disappear.