Beautiful Stranger

I saw a beautiful stranger. She held my gaze. I walked right by her. Our separate ways. I saw the woman's face She was there again. She stood there looking. In my direction. I saw her standing Across the road. A pale skin complexion With a stare so cold. She appeared before me. At the bottom of my stairs. Motionless, fearless I just wasn't scared. She had me mesmerised With a look so appealing Deep into my eyes. I don't know her name. I don't know her age How her her life ended Or where she lies. She was in my bedroom. Standing by my bed. Looking down at me. I tried to turn my head She moved away I wanted her to stay She beckoned me to follow I felt compelled to go her way I opened the door. Her face was there. Dead eyes I saw. But with a friendly stare. I just had to follow. Her into the night. I did although i knew it just wasn't right. As I got closer she turned to me. I felt the end of life, I felt the end of me. Now I'm nowhere, I drift alone. I stand and I stare at someone, anyone. It takes some time but when they feel my presence I have them snared. Their mind alert, their thoughts impaired They look for me everywhere they go When I feel playful I let them know You see, now it's my turn to let go of me To leave this rhyme and this earth and to be set free.