My euphonious voice rings in your ear

Intrigued through my delicacy

Darling, I’m not Annabelle cause I know I’m worse

Picture perfect beauty, isn’t that your desire

marvelous blood stains on your white shirt

Isn’t it beatiful, maybe breathtaking as well?

Blue eyes, Red ties, Dead lines

Your dead heart skips a beat

Tears embrace your face

Not everything seems like a doll

A doll wears a mask, beware of what lies undreneath

My butterfly knife spreads its wings twirling away

Woshes are dead as only the darkness encompasses you

Blood seeps through your pale skin losing life slowly

Losing expectations, Frustration at its peak, Cowardence is your bloody nature

Nails in your brain, Snakes on your back, and leis in your eyes

Bloody game might be the only blame, love

The burnt blacken coffin lays underneath my feet

Ghosts become the shot of mistakes 

Shining in the sky, next to the illuminating moon

-Love, I was never Annabelle cause I know I’m worse