The Female American Psycho

The Female American Psycho ? A female figure, wicked, stories told. Her horrid acts, a chilling repertoire, Unveiling darkness, leaving scars unhealed. With poisoned words, she weaves a web of lies, Manipulating hearts, with empty cries. Behind her charm, a heart as cold as ice, Inflicting pain, her victims pay the price. In crimson hues, her secrets lie concealed, A trail of chaos left, wounds never healed. Her laughter dances, masking cruel intent, A sinister façade, so malevolent. Yet midst the darkness, lessons we discern, To guard our souls, with wisdom, we must learn. Beware the mask that hides the wicked soul, For evil can reside where women such as these do stroll.