Looks can be deceiving, he'd always say,
Though not once did she think, it was about insanity.
Poison leaked through his mouth, take my hand and trust me,
I'll follow you if you follow me, his eyes lied to her sharply.
He hid behind a smile, behind a sweet facade,
Waiting for her to arrive, inside the room, he applauds.
For once she has entered, there was no going back,
Thwacked sound of torture, served death's wish of attack.
Oh what pure soul you have, why in such a rush?
The curiosity in his eyes deepened, the more she tried to run.
A slit of a heart, a cry from beneath,
Below the dirt, is where you'll end up to be.
For once he was done, he smiled and stood,
Send them my greetings, to the rest with you.
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