Miss Death

Looking out across the city,
Glowing lights oh so pretty,
You have it all,
Such a beautiful doll,
Bright red lips,
Sexy slender hips,
Luscious long hair,
Every clothing to wear,
A gorgeous model.

But that's only half the story,
The fake glory,
Knock, knock at the door,
"Come in", you say with a bore,
It's your trusted agent,
Sir Laurence Haygent,
" I have just a bit of business to discuss then I'll be on my way" he says,
"Sorry to interrupt your day",
I just smile,
"Oh no worries, you'll be staying a while",
He gives a confused look,
I laugh reading him like a book,
Grab his shoulders pulling him in,
Then kissing his lips paper thin,
They start to burn in vain,
He falls to floor in pain,
Then dead,
His lips a bright red,
I lean down and say,
"That's the price you pay".

And off she goes,
Who's next? Nobody knows.