She wore the hose in the blackest shade of black.
Lips in the reddest shade of scarlet.
Silently she sleeps between the shadows.
A cat-a person- or have you just been sipping the old bottle for too long?
Poise. She prides herself for this.
Silently she walks.
Rigid. Not afraid. Just un sure.
The future could be around any corner. Any of these god forbidden corners.
The fear- self reliance.
It stills her. Breath on the cold air.
Bum a fag.
You can not see my eyes. They are blinded for now- blinded so that even if you took off my glasses.
You can not see.
Foggy night. Just the right setting. For another space alone.
Forgotten. In hiding. In rest. But restless.
I can't stay still. She sleep silently my chair.
She sleeps solidly my back. She closes her eyes and you open your mind.
And you can't sleep.
Something is not so wrong about the fate you face.
Something is not so wrong beautiful lady.
You are so strong. Your hands, and your gun.
But so cold. Shivers down her spine you send.
Down her warm, soft, loving, spying spine.
You are seen. Beautiful woman in the dark.
As the owl sits and watches. As the owl sits and knows.
Lady in black. Black like the night. The blackest black known to man.
Women knows much blacker.
Whisper, you whisper- no one hears you!
Quietly you remain in the memories of your past. In the fear of tomorrow.
She was scared once too.
In the silence. Dampness. Coldness.
Where is her protector. Where are her weapons.
For the mind is a much more loaded forest of wolves.
And the creep around her at night. The look at her flesh.
She knows they are there. And in her physical beauty- she is safe.
And the pavement, and your feet, and your demons,
well there is just another door in the wall.
A black door. No one goes in. No one goes out.
Your demons are friends of her devil.
Your demons sweet lady, are friends with her devil.
