My beautiful shadow
My girl is wild, she’s a rock-star’s child.
She lives in secrets I’ll never understand.
She can’t be defined; she never makes plans.
Drawn into my world, there’s no escape from her destination. She revels in the dark of my experimentation. My obsession with killing she finds thrilling. My life’s is destruction, anything to make me feel. She is a suicidal mentor, still searching for something real.
She hijacks my dreams; she whispers dangerous things. Her words seeping into my veins.
She takes her pleasures with whom she likes,
Her fate dancing on a razored knife.
She smokes cigars from Cuba, I taste the fire when we kiss. She smells of Cohiba, an intoxicating bliss. All eyes are on her when we enter a room, She’s flamboyant, enchanting, she has a flair, for dressing up doom.
I watch her every move, wherever we go,
My dangerous muse, my beautiful shadow.
My girl is wild, she’s a rock-star’s child.
She lives in secrets I’ll never understand.
She can’t be defined; she never makes plans.
Her face imprinted deep in my brain —
A rock-star’s child gone insane.
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