Will I see you cry?
Do you deserve to smile?
Teary eyes quick to dry,
Pretty liar go and die!

Waving to you goodbye,
Beauty hides danger so shy,
Tricks playing in my eyes,
Tiny sparkle nails flying by.

Drinking my poisoned wine,
Touching a very delicate line,
Honey with lemon and lime,
Will death be so divine?

Believing the faults all mine,
Without you brings misfortune,
Running out of time,
And finally meet my doom.

It's a quarter past nine,
Just a lovely perfect dine,
Is that the scent of pine?
Dead is all so very fine.