Everything I touch Seems to get ruined Spoiled sour with thy smell of rancid meat If you trully listen You would heed my warnings Run little sheep before you recieve a horrible fate Dont let my words draw you in My alluring looks Please don't be brain washed within this tragic trap A cruel being like me Stalking and preying on your insecurities I really don't want to half thy time But thy way you come so easily Makes me want to play with you more Leading you into my razored claws Gripping thy soft wool and never letting go That is till thy blood has completely Flowed free of thy husk that you remain Eyes rolling back into your head No more games because You're finally dead Oh! How I will miss you, dear Broken play thing But its on to thy next victim sweet heart It is only nature Do not blame me For your trusting mistake