Little Susie
She's so sweet for a seven year old,
she wears pretty pink lips
she plays with dolls
she cleans her teeth more than anybody else
her smile is pretty
her eyes are deep blue
she can't say no to old people
she can't be social at school
She dresses like a princess
her smell is always nice
she keeps the knives out of the kitchen
she keeps the blood for herself
well, isn't she pretty?
she didn't cry as a baby
she couldn't speak of her dreams
she wouldn't hug her grandma
she wasn't scared of monsters
she just sung to herself a lullaby
she kept the wings in pieces
she made wigs out of leaves
she grasped and sighed while sighting
she had the murder on her hands
she wears pretty pink lips
she dresses like a princess
she holds death like no one else
she's a genetic fire
she's above human desire
she's got something to make the devil smile
if it was one on one
the devil wouldn't understand
how fire is evolving
if it's his realm, why is so much power
on a little one
she was just a baby
she held very cold creatures
her drawings had no eyes
her hair was golden like
when she told me
my skin turned white
the whisper revolved
around the names
she has very cool features
a little pointy nose
she cleans her teeth more than everybody else
she washes her hands
she smiles while washing dishes
she keeps her head uplifted
she dances by herself
with no joy
well isn't she lovely
her cheeks are child-like chubby
her hands can barely close
while holding knives
I hope she gets
all the world to her hands
my baby killer eyes
just hope she doesn't
picks me for her next little treat.