Watch for Me Coming

Icy hands take hold again.
Vice grip, cold touch against pale skin.
It's a frozen trap, a game no one can win.
An iron hold, an undoable sin.
Scars and bruises are the least to concern,
watch for one from hell marked up in burns.
She's not haunted by the memories, that's something soon you would learn.
She has no monsters, the real demon is her.
Watch for her eyes, they're red like blood running,
watch for her smile, cold and cunning.
Watch for her darling, you can fight her with nothing.
Watch for the signs, watch for me coming.