I shall warn you of a cruel siren,
Who thrives on the misery,
Of some poor soul blinded by beauty,
A poor fool like me.
She has a certain air to her,
Dangerous to touch,
Yet her dismal personality,
Is what you crave so much.
She lures her victims in,
With her individuality,
Unlike the drool of every other girl,
She’s tangled up in mystery.
Her curves they are a wonder,
Her melancholy smile a work of art,
But be forewarned of the danger,
Of her ice cold heart.
And whilst you fall for her,
Please get away before too late,
For this siren she is about,
To seal your sad pathetic fate.
And she will play her little games,
As with every word she says,
A cleverly bewitching façade,
As she gets inside your head.
And when you’ve finally reached the point,
Of complete insanity,
That is when this heartless beauty,
Decides to finally take her prey.
For she will leave you,
Once you’ve reached the point of dependency,
Leaving you in a state of depression,
And utter misery,
For she is an actress,
She has no time for empathy,
As she moves toward her next target,
Leaving you alone in agony.
