Angel Eyes

He is a predator,
A demon in the night.
When he chooses you
There's no putting up a fight.

He fools you with his golden ring
Flaunting it, a false banner.
Like a magnet he draws you in,
One little lie at a time.

He approaches you with his lies
And his smiles
And the truth he so loves to bend
And his drinks with the nasty surprise at the end

That's some fucked up false advertising

Never does he call you by name,
That's not part of the game.
If and when he greets you its always the same.

"Hello there angel eyes."