Written by: Jodie Williams

Death sips bad coffee in the waiting room
His promise, a beacon to guide from the gloom
As Louisa prepares for her cruel legacy
She speaks deceit almost fluently

Dazed eyes glaze over as dawn light creeps
Black heart still beats, unsynched with the beeps
Her body lays broken, serene and sedate
Yet twisted minds still finds lies to create

The cold rushes in, he's come to take her
" the child is yours " scribbled on paper
Smiles at her words, pleased with her lies
A cold hearted mare til the moment she dies