Femme Fatale

Shatter those little hearts, kill them all!
Feel and watch them die,
wicked witch, cast your magic;
then pass them by.

Aint no need to feel remorse,
the next one is waiting so calmly.
Sitting unaware of your passion for pain,
your poisoned grip holding so firmly...

Iron wills and eyes so cold,
you grasp their love and soul;
throw them out and laugh wickedly,
each one counting and taking toll.

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© KayD [2006]

Notes: Not finished... will be complete over time.