Valiumobsequy.

She contains the power to decipher and criticize,
To intrigue and to memorize.
She finds no desire in humanity,
She doesn’t have the ability to cry,
She’s disgusted by normality,
She never has reason to lie.
Words are her own to deform,
To deconstruct, to reform.
She understands the power they contain,
And inflicts them upon others without restrain.
A feeling of self-hatred seers through her bones,
She can be surrounded by others, yet still alone.
She can deal with her demons inside,
“Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide.”
For quite a while she’s been feeling like this,
Manipulative and cynical, yet hit or miss.
Loyal and cunning, silver-tongued and deceiving,
Always, always ready to leave someone grieving.
She may be stubborn, may rip you to shreads,
She doesn’t quite care when she’ll end up dead.
They can only dig graves so deep,
Let’s allow the people in few numbers to weep.
If the noose isn’t tight enough, tie it tighter,
Please understand that her life is for hire.
She’ll fight your ropes,
Perhaps verbally slit your tender throat.
Regardless, she’s fabulous if you must confide,
As sins, like skeletons, are so very hard to hide.
Her eyes are blue, she should be open like a book,
Please, please, please take another, lingering look.
Trust is no easy feat,
She can guarantee, even now, that you’re already beat.
Why hide things from the blind, why not staple their eyes?
Why not cut out tongues, hang them high?
She can use such energy that will surely defeat,
Destroy. Rebuild. Transpire. Mutilate. Repeat.