Mannequin

I can see the venom dripping through your pores
Drenched with envy
Blasting hate
Infiltrating temptation you repulsive nymph

I can see the demon through those ominous eyes
Black cloaked, relinquished since the God of the son
These midnight eye lids
Frozen lips and drilled follicles

Remember she who grew old deliberately
To taint the veins of her unrelated descendant
You shall be she
Yet rejuvenating herself from a Mannequin number 36

I hate you toe to head
Core to edge
Detesting your presence and devoted to your death
I just wish you fade

I live for the day
The day I see your tears pouring down
Every drop burns your cheeks like acid
Sheds your skin and annihilates your flesh
I live to see you in blasphemy
Blasphemy...