It’s never nice, especially on a good 

day, Where it loves and would,

Tell of your secrets as if you were,

Playing a game of taboo. 

 

 

It loves tricks, no treats

With a smile of tender deceit, 

And fists that pound your heart

Into crystallized rocks made of fire. 

 

 

It blows like the water of the dam

With pressure as to beat hydraulic ram

And it’s manipulation give you the feel

Of something tickling your mind

 

 

And then shouted out in prayer

It says, I’m here to cause pain and affair

In meas to destroy and then wheeze

With a thruster of Destruction

 

 

And to ones extent can any intrude

To stop my wrath, my dress of dark blued

Lace, With painted sadness and torture

Just like the kiss of Klimt

 

 

But to one desire may one cause

A pain so great that made laws of

Fury, that ended that blue dress and

Made one of flower and hope painted white