Hallway leading
Melting candles, wax bleeding
A room of darkness and old styled luxuries
Seeming like fakes and fantasies
You see a woman hair black and face to adore
Every perfection and more
Eyes glowing a grey and blue
This feeling in my self so fresh so new
She stalks over
With a grin
In a line of white, you notice her fangs long and thin
A flicker of a candles flame
The darkness folds in
A grasp she grips me with unseen hands
Demons in the shadows her greatest fans
Watch as she takes me into her arms
Her perfected false charms
Have worked on me
For this is a death that’d make me happy
Will happen with a dark sea
And the false love I need

 
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