There was a feeling in her heart, An uncanny, sick, twisted version of "love" And addiction that could kill, Without any injections or substances, A look that could kill without the glare of an eye. A love sweet and innocent, Apparently something rather heaven-sent. Apparently...not. The girl was filled with lies, and cynical anger. She liked seeing people suffer; The Sadist, she watched them scream in their pain. Or get consumed by their nightmares. She was seductive, Destructive. Beyond any evil a normal human could begin to grasp The wiser would scream, And scream, Warning all, to stay away. From taht nasty little harlot, They didn't care. Didn't listen, they allowed the murder of their own hearts. The slaughter if you will. "Stay away, stay away" the wiser still warns. Don't trust the one with the not so obvious horns. They accuse the wiser of being jealous. But there's no reaosn to be jealous, Of pure lust. That comes with a risk. Of so much more than pain.