Chemical Woman

Last night I saw her again. That neon blue chemical woman. Her eyes are teal, her hair made of fire.
Her lips are painted black, she coats them with scentless, tasteless venom.
Everything she touches, explodes. She speaks in spastic bursts of hissing smoke
A liquid disposition, and she rarely emotes
Stalking the ground like a predatory cat on the hunt.
If the lighting is right, you will see her fangs.
My throat was ripe. My mind was eager. 
Ivory, pointed, and penetrating all. It's a shame that my flesh was so tender

Her bloodless body moves so serene. Captivating me when it sways
She moves like an eel in the ocean. There are no words for such grace

I woke up in the grass and the sun shone upon me. I think she left me here to bleed
I should have known, to never touch her . I can smell the burning of my skin
I can't quite tell, if I ever knew her. Sometimes the memory seems so hazy

 That chemical woman, she'll burn you alive. Serpentine kiss that wraps 'round your tongue
She'll pull out your spine, and she'll swallow your insides
She won't even blink, as you recoil in unfathomable pain
You will lie there dying, your flesh rendered to liquid
The irony is such that it burns you insane

Next time I will watch her from a distance. She would breathe life into lesser men
To watch them rise, and to watch them fall again
I'll watch them bleed, I'll hear them scream. Maybe I'll laugh and turn away
Such elegant murder, such clever deception
Wrapped in the thorns of love, and cloaked by a smile so cunning, so wry

To only know such tempting persuasion
The apples of Eden would rot away