Poison

Her stare is a cage, it traps you, misleads you.
A seductive shine rages through her eyes,
and a slick of blood red on her lips draws you in-
Beauty is her perfect, un-breakable disguise.
She has you on her finger tips, and she
isn't going away. Like the craving for a cigarette.
If she was an addicted, hopeless gambler,
She doesnt look back. She wins every bet.
A grin makes you fumble the smallest item,
imagine what a kiss can do. Imagine what it feels like
when she captures you in her endless game
of truth or dare. And she's about to strike.
Her poison is murderous when she leaves you unknowing.
Does she care? No. She'll just move onto another
and leave you wondering. Why did she even bother?
She messed with your mind, looking for a lover.
So inside, she feels the exact same pain you posess.
Her blood pumps in the same pattern which yours went.
Her eyes roll over in her head when she sleeps- and
gives her a nightmare that you've already dreamt.