She's got a weakness,
she's in love & is a fool,
while he, is the only wicked thrill of her life.
In her world, she wants him to rule,
Oh, he has all of her invites,
she yearns for him to be her gray soul's light.
She loses her mind as her eyes meet his gaze,
is that really love? or an illness unknown?
or perhaps a disease,
counting the remaining days.
He's delighted,
leaving her with sins in her bones,
showing her glee in a pale moonstone.
Perhaps he is the salvation she truly needs,
with devotion, he tore her world apart.
Oh, those unnerving stares terrified her heart,
she thought,
“perhaps I'm just as sinful as you are”,
as they danced, at midnight's witching hour.
He's dreamy, like a nightmare living & walking,
a vicious fanatic, whose thoughts are sick.
He's evil,
and she's a fool,
falling for a devil so cruel,
falling for the man, who only wants her soul.


© Athena –