You lips are as red as a slab of bloody meat,

and I can smell your putrid hell-fragrance

even through your guiltless white gown.

Your eyes are deep poison green

and your skin is toxic and synthetic.

Is that body even yours?

How did you trick that man into marrying you?

He is too innocent for your wicked ways.

He has a life to live that you've already half-ruined.

Poor groom—he is blind to your sinful plans.

No one has warned him about your murderous soul,

the ice box where your heart used to be.

I know your kisses will turn venomous

after the show is over. You will kill him.

I must stop this masquerade.