les femmes fatales ... quatre
i do not know the reason
why the darkness
creeps back in
every time i try
to tell you
how my heart
waits
and wonders when
the wounded men
you longed to love
before me
will dress in ghostly
shadows
and vanish
through another door
to leave only
you
just you alone
so willingly exposed at last
for slaughter
beneath
the blade of
my love
why the darkness
creeps back in
every time i try
to tell you
how my heart
waits
and wonders when
the wounded men
you longed to love
before me
will dress in ghostly
shadows
and vanish
through another door
to leave only
you
just you alone
so willingly exposed at last
for slaughter
beneath
the blade of
my love
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