Beauty And Butchery

You look a little too innocent.
Might be you’re contrived.
Is there honest intent?
Maybe you just wish to be prized.

I’m not sure and so I stay away.
Something doesn’t feel quite right to me.

Lashes flutter, sweet brown eyes.
Smile seems too prevalent.
You’re surrounded by guys.
Think I catch a hint of malevolent.

I’m not sure and so I stay away.
Something doesn’t feel quite right to me.

Giggle so rich it could be sugar.
Your crowd is growing.
Can’t doubt you’re a looker.
You might even be glowing.

I’m not sure and so I stay away.
Something doesn’t feel quite right to me.

Then lights go out, only to be followed by screams.
Panic is rising and there’s no way of knowing.
What is the cause of all of these themes.
A whisper sounds like its goading.
But its not in my ear and difficult to hear.
Forced to wait until light reignites.
When it does I wish I was not here.
The greeting I’m given fills me with fear.

Butchered bodies lie still and stained.
You at the centre looking so deranged.
Bathed in crimson and smiling wide.
I feel a void open up deep inside.

I wasn’t sure and so stayed away.
Looks like it was the correct decision for me.

With a flash of your teeth…
You depart from my eyes.
You’re time was brief.
Yet I won’t forget your guise.

I wasn’t sure and so stayed away.
Looks like it was the correct decision for me.

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