In the daylight she is human, but when the sun goes down, and the earth cools, she heats up, melting away her sweet humanity. She becomes a monster in silk, revealing herself in the shadows and moonlight. Ready to play with her demons.

The lonely woman is a ghost without a soul. She gave it to a handsome devil. He played with it and grew bored, tossing it aside as he walked his road to damnation. She trails behind him but is already in hell.

From her bedroom window she watches a Halloween sunset bloom. Vivid orange and sharp reds blend with ghost caresses, but it’s the ebony darkness along the skyline that has her heart pounding and her blood racing. It’ll soon eat her alive with loneliness and longing.

She’s a Devil, Demon, and Angel all wrapped up in smiles and sins

A contradiction that’ll make your heart bleed and soar

She’s an addiction you’ll savor and dread in equal measure

You’ll feel so alive while she slowly sucks you dry

The owl visits each night, resting on the old oak outside my window. Hooting in the eery darkness, she asks, “who?” I tell her, “Lenore. I’m still waiting for Lenore.” The raven on the roof responses with, “Nevermore.”

They think I’m lucky but in truth, I’m cursed. My immorality keeps my beauty & youth, but meanwhile, I watch everyone I Iove fade away and die. I fear this will eventually cause me to slide into madness. Hell, I’m halfway there now.