Painted bliss with shades of the sun,
like a gift wrapped box containing a gun.
She lays, beautiful, peacefully at rest.
Wait, give that knife in her back one last twist.
Pretty little girl, eager to please.
Cough baby girl, spread that disease.
A smile full of hate,
A forced excuse too late.
She's angelic to the naked eye.
Mummys perfect little lie.