Innocence is what\'s displayed
In the form of a woman
Her laughing eyes and friendly smile
Cause you to draw closer to her
Getting near to her,
You gaze at her lovely face
Large glistening dark copper eyes
An expresso mane that complements the night sky
Her sweet, cirtrus aroma melts into your skin
Leaving you constantly craving for more
Her soft fragile lips, so sweet and ripe
Instantly captivate you and become an addiction
She leaves you hypnotised
You\'re caught in a spiral, a fantasy
You\'ve eliminated all doubt and reason
And trust is no longer an issue
Her porceiline skin reflected by the moonlight
She pentrates your skin with her glossy lips
Beconning you with a subtle wink
Leading you to an abandoned town
You follow her as she travels
Into a dark, seclusive room far away
Your pulse is racing with anticipation
Of what could take place
It\'s an absent room, lacking windows or escape
There\'s a wooden door tacked into the wall
But she had carefully turned the key in the lock
And now she\'s standing directly in front of you
She searches your eyes for something unseen
While pulling something from a jacket compartment
You find a revolver has been placed in her hand
As a smirk has slowly eched on her face
Your nerves have tightened themselves
Suffocating you, you can barely breathe
Your completion has gotten ghostly pale
And your body is shaking in excess
Your eyes become alert and aware
As you view her stoney eyes, still fixated on you,
You pace away, attempting to leave
But are left in a corner of darkness
You notice her malicious expression
Which once, to you, appeared infantile
And her heart, which was as peaceful as a bird\'s song
Has now been changed to a fridgid storm
You hold in a scream, pleading her to spare you
Hoping for survival, aware that you can\'t save yourself
She shows no mercy, as the bullet pelts into your skull
Then, with a sigh of relief and a demented cackle...
