Wicked Little Creature.

Hollow eyes.
Deathlike rings.
A heart of coal.
A soul that screams.

Locks so tangled.
A wicked mess.
Crimson tear drops.
On a once white dress.

A smile painted.
On her frigid pallor.
Defenseless arms.
Won't someone love her?

Dancing on.
Her calloused feet.
Your heart will break.
And hers still bleeds.

A frame so frail.
Can barely speak.
How can something deadly.
Be soo weak?

A golden presence.
An aura of black.
A useless corpse.
A life of lack.

Alluded innocence.
Craving attention.
But you don't know.
What she don't mention.