Her touch was so warm, so gentle
Her skin was so soft, so smooth
Her hair was so long, so luscious
Her eyes were so deep, so gorgeous
She sinisterly smiles
While she gazed upon the white garments
Decorating her own corpse
She stands tall feeding off the pain of her own
misery
Her touch is so cold, so haunting
Her skin is so stiff, so rough
Her hair is so frayed, so entangled
Her eyes are so dark, so much pain
She locks me inside of a cold, dark cage
Her cold, corrupted hand reaches out me
But yet so lonely, so much pain
A twisting agony infects her while she reaches out
for me
She is weak, pathetic
Hardly evil
