Cynical they call me, she whispers in his ear Vile, she snarls, as she passes him by Hissing heard, she is not so glorified He dammed her long ago Blackened bodies lay in front of her now She tears apart all she claims to love Disobey her you die, love her you die Poster is wet with willingness Seeking solace and anger fills the air She whimpers back to her lair Cold winds blow about, she is lost