Master of Destruction
poison liquid in a glass
the wicked taste of death
Is upon your lips
Her hypnotic eyes
The thrust of her thighs
Are misleading and deceiving
She fucks with your mind
You have no choice
But to taste the bitter sweet
You tilt your head back
Exhale in all of your urges
In a hush tone
She Insinuates:
This won't hurt a bit
You smile, for what you thought she meant
But little do you know this was her
MALEVOLENCE INTENT!