She had everything and more,
But you'll meet your fate,
Under her floor.
Her walls were plain,
But you couldn't tell,
The suffering and pain,
The bones she hid well.
And what about the mattress,
All stained with red,
Such a fine actress,
But so sick in the head.
Look in her eyes,
Dare find the truth,
Planning your demise,
Hidden by her youth.
For years i've been scorned,
For the things i've seen,
Now you've been warned,
Of the Beautiful Between.
