The Wraith

She's cold as the void
Pretty as the snow
Her beauty just a ploy
But whom will ever know?

A pair of dead lips
Kiss the pain away
While at my soul she rips
I tell her she must stay

Two eyes black as night
Drive angels away
But no amount of fright
Will keep her dark at bay

Her smile is a killer
Drop dead homicidal
Her strut is quite chiller
Her love, suicidal