Perfect Girl

They say the sounds of bells do ring,
And all the bluebirds will chirp and sing,
When you've found the one at last,
That helps you forget your past.

She's kind and caring to all she meets,
You bring her home to mother, to greet,
Nothing could go wrong in her embrace,
Until you notice your drink she laced.

You wake up hours later in a foggy daze,
Trapped in some dark, evil maze,
Missing body parts and blood,
Crawls through thick, disgusting mud.

You hear her laugh again and again,
While you cry out loudly in pain,
You thought she was your perfect girl,
And you were her entire world.

Let this be a lesson to all,
That think they trust their little doll,
If she seems to perfect, she must be,
I warn you so you don't end up like me.