If it were easy to describe,
The beauty of her gaze,
where all of darkness hides,
As if lost in a closed maze.
So attractive and so cold,
her soft touch brings us light,
her secrets remain untold,
As we dare not ask, we’re all in fright.
Slimy walls and bloody floors,
The clock is beating on us all.
She’s waiting for us at the wooden doors
As she chooses who has to fall.
We all know her,
And we all need
what she gives us
And what she breeds.
She’s an angel
An ugly death
A simple gesture
Our last breath.