You're like a fungus Growing colors among us. As happy as you look, I can read you, an open book.
From your flowing silk cap, To your teeth with slight gap. A smile to hide sinister desire, Face ice cold, soul a pyre.
Tasting your intriguing trap Leads only to a sour dirt nap. Left feeling alone and dead, Wondering where is your head. For who in their right mind Could be so evil as to **** mine.