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.