The Beautiful Massicre

She lingers in the darkness,
You carefully study the silhouette of her desirable curves.
Her blood red lipstick and bleached complexion is irresistible to the human eye.

The phraseology of her words draws you in,
that and the scent of her perfumed breath.

Suddenly darkness falls,
Her eyes shine violent red.
Violent, bloody red.
Your scream of terror is stifled by a cold hand clasped over your mouth.

You close your eyes and pray for god to save you.
You hear a sweet, harmonic laugh,
your god can't save you now'
Her sweet breath tingles in your ear.

Suddenly her dainty figure seems a monster,
as her fangs descend into thy nape.
Slowly you join the bloodthirsty plague
'Welcome to the Beautiful Massicre'