Her kiss was full of venom
Her teeth were made out of
broken pieces of glass
Her tongue was a slithering snake
that crawled down your throat
and squeezed all the blood out
of your heart and swallowed
your soul whole
She couldn't help but stab you in
the back, her finger nails were all little
daggers... she couldn't hold or touch
anyone without cutting to the bone
She was beautiful though, and even more
beautiful to anyone who looked at her
with heartache in their eyes
And she could smell heartache,
heartache and loneliness and all
the foul smells of a broken soul.
She was helplessly attracted to the scent,
she couldn't control herself around the
aroma of misery
You could never tell by looking at her, but
she was miserable too.
She was as every bit as broken as she
was beautiful
She made a deal with the devil the first time
her heart was broken, she just didn't want
to feel the pain she told him
So he shook her hand and numbed her wounds
but he never took the pain away
Her heart is still broken but she doesn't know
Because she can't feel what the devil
made numb