A poem I wrote by tweeting the next line that came to my head. (She ate is the real title.)

Empty ugly hearted girl
She has no use and no where to go
Her lips are painted with Poison, a gun strapped to her hip
Her voice is soft and sweet, so unusually inviting
Though her melodies are dripping with hate
Though a soul was the last thing she ate
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It's nothing impressive. Simple minded work, here, folks.