Her skin is almost sickly pale,
Hands and body thin, skeletal,
She looks so lost, almost frail,
But in fact she's worse than hell.
It's hard to see in her head...
Her nails will dig into your chest,
Two words and you'll be dead,
Put to eternal rest.
Black eyes observe, not reveal,
Begging her will never work.
She's numb, she can't feel.
One word and she'll go beserk.
Her madness is one of a kind.
Rarely does anyone see a human
With such a twisted mind.
Years in prison have her changed.
Once she was a genius,
Now she is just deranged.