Norma Jean

From the bloodline of vicious serpents, a dreadful heart within a lovely shell
A demons heart, but with the face of God
I guess a liar’s heart is still true even if her lips are not
The vomit that flows out from your mouth has seeped into your chest
Searching for the strength to breathe in one last lie from you, but right now the grave seems so much easier
The fear of that devil in me… it comes from you
You’re like the smoke in the window
She comes for sorrow