She was a hot knife
Carving through deaths grip
Something heaven couldn't mold
And hell dare not to hold
She had whisky waiting on her lips
And sin blooming between her hips
Venom swimming in her blood
Poison waiting in her touch
Fools paradise in gold laden vines
Wrapped around and steal the last breath
Of those that found the snake hiding in her kiss
Nothing left
No ghosts
No bones
No soul
No trace or mist
After she has stolen
Your life and death
No one will rember
You exist