Death and Sirens

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens. She's tragically perfect and everyone could tell. She'd dance with a Hatred, mistaken for Passion With smiles like Car Crashes, who would ever know? She's fatally beautiful in every single way, Fatally beautiful, but toxic to the touch, But the face of Beauty is only skin deep, And her beauty is only as deep as her deepest cut. She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens. She's the stars in the sky and everyone could tell, She'd love with a Fury, mistaken for Devotion With smiles like Fireworks, who would ever know? She's gracefully innocent in every single way, Gracefully innocent, but a master of Illusion, But the grace of Innocence is only short lived, And her innocence is the only gift she can give She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens. She's heartbrokenly cynical and nobody could tell. She'd speak with an Intelligence laced with Experience With smiles like Thunderstorms, who would ever know? She's masterfully disguised in every single way, Masterfully disguised; her smile, her most famous piece, But the mastery of disguise is a means for her to hide, In the case of Death and Sirens, it's her only release.