She.

She really looks like death, her eyes a vortex waiting for you to fall into the trap.

Don’t look into them; you may never be the same.

Don’t look into them; avoid your own personal doom.

She’s like a cat waiting for the perfect time to pounce,

She’s an animal, a beast inside a mask.

She’s a danger to your soul; she’s a danger to us all.

Don’t fall for her mind tricks; ignore what escapes those devil lips.

You’d better run, you’d better hide, before she gets you, before she unleashes her inner being.

Before it’s too late, before no one there to hear you scream.

Reviews

[Who Cares]

Again INTENSE imagery. "her eyes a vortex waiting for you to fall in the trap" beautiful way to word it. "She's a cat waiting for the perfect time to pounce" I like that alot. Like that was just beautiful. You can see the whole poem run through your head. Great job

[Lowesy]

geez, you write more than I blink!
the beginning of this was difficult to get into. 'She really looks like death', to me you need to start that with, 'she feels alive but she looks like death', something like that.
Other than that, good job