Grey eyes will watch you, near or afar,
weither to hurt or protect you wont know.
Until the day her knives cut into you or another.
She smiles to everyone, sometimes frowns,
Making you think she's like any other girl.
In reality she could care less if it was your guts or another,
Painting her skin or in her hair.
She loves one moment then hates another.
Never do you want to be in the range of her changing emotions.
A call on her cell could mean someone's death,
Or let another keep they're life.
Her mind makes the decision, not the money.
Now she's forgotten to feel, knowing it will hurt her,
where attatchment can mean death.
Lips curve into a smile, painted dark red with blood.
Her hands hold the weapon, her mind blank.
Her eyes look dead as she leaves, her job done.
What you never will know is what helps you.
For when someone comes to take you across,
that thin line between death and life.
you never will know it was her, who acts like hating enemy,
Is the one who kept your heart beating another day.
