She creeps

 
Into the night she creeps    
Preying on the weak    
keeping their mind a fog  
making everyone believe she's an innocent    
           A kind a Good old soul  
       But no  
  This  bitch is crazy    
Speaking to the dead    
Wishing those voices out of her head    
 If only to be like you , her or even he    
  I doubt it though  
 
That crazy bitch lays dorment inside us all
Just take your time and search and see..
   It ain't just me