We think
We hope
All for one day to find what love truely is

Out of the darkness
Now appears
This Angel we think is love

Low and behold she is not what we had hoped upon

There she stands
So tall and ferm
Her hair as black as coal
Her heart is that of ice

Now upon my side
Felling as cold
As th snow that falls in late December

Clenched tight in her hand
You now see this bright shiny dager
It has this dull red substance now dropping from

You begin to fell a sharp shooting pain
Risin from your chest

So scared now to look
For now you know
She was quick
And the pain was so real

What to do
All you see as you gaze upon her
Into her deep shalow eyes
All you now see
Is this firey hell
As were she has arose from
All to show you love so quick
And to tear your heart out so fast

You are now in agony and shock
As she now vanishes as quick as she has come
All to rip you apart
And smile
As you slowly wither and die

For she has now done
Once more
What she has alway done

To show brief love kill and leave
Unaware of the harm she has done

{Auther wants to be unknown}

sharp and to the point