The Mistress' Scars...

She can hear you...
She can see you...
But can you say the same?
All of this, is all her little game.

She'll draw you in,
Make your pretty head spin.
It'll be too late when you find...
That she slits your throat frm behind.

A singing song, a lovely tune.
Such a sickly sweet tune...
Hook, line and sinker...
She's quite the deadly thinker.

She'll charm you from your seat on the throne,
With a touch she'll make you moan,
A simple toy you will be...
A little longer, you will see.

You'll float through the room,
Straight to your doom...
She catches men like flies...
With the scars in her eyes.

"Stupid boy, will you ever see?
What this game has done to thee?
A lovely little toy you are for me...
Another heart, your heart you'll see!"

Taunting, sneering, faster you fall!
And soon she shall kill you all!
For one heart broken, a thousand more.
A thousand dead men, lying on her floor.

The only man who escapes her lies.
The bittersweet man, who gave her her eyes...

x~x~x~x

For the one man I have fallen for to terribly.
They always say...you break hearts like the west was won...