I’m a love psychopath,
addicted to that feeling.
swaying hips
blood red lipstick
trails of roses
leading me down this dark dark road.
swimming through the darkness,
monsters made of shadow
try to pull my hair.
but all they grab is blood and bones,
the glamour slipping through their hands.
I’m a love psychopath,
drinking in their fear,
moonlighting as an angel
as I sit on the lawn,
pumped up with glitter,
I sing my siren song,
and wait for them to come.
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