She has blue eyes, that pierce through the night. She is a monster, but not by sight. She wants to meet you, and she'll be the last that you meet. She wants to meet you, that monster in pink. Her tongue tells to you only the lies. She has no morals, her and her spies. She preys on the innocent, the sweet and the meak. You know she loves to see the tears on your cheek. That monster in pink. Your attempts of freedom won't get you very far. She won't let you go, not without a big scar. Please don't trust that monster in pink.
The Monster in Pink
March 3, 2012