Cold,
Even with the sun on her face she’s cold,
A simple smile,
And a screening stare,
She seems so innocent at the same time,
But what we don’t see,
Or hear,
Is the truth behind that stare,
And the reason behind her chill,
She’s a devil,
They all are,
And those smiles only hide sharp tongues,
Claws left behind that soft skin,
Cold hearts filled with dead blood.