Undeservingof A Title Poem by Strange Fruit

Pretty face, butter wouldn't melt.
Evil is hidden beneath her chastity belt.
Dig deep, smell her soul
taste her blood; sour.
Heart of stone, choking pulse,
look deep inside, makes your stomach convulse.

She builds you up,
bathes herself in your trust.
She sucks you in through a straw then
blows you out of a pistol,
a shotgun...a cannon.
See the armour of flowers, go back for more.

Such a transparent personality,
yet nobody can see through.
Nobody wants to, it's not hard
to see her cruel inentions,
her desires to kill.
Don't befriend her.
She will.