Black lipstick and white skin
Silly smile and mindless word
Her home is the thoughts
They won’t save her now
Her hands are in blood
She will only take the last doze
And fade in the black

She said she will leave
When the sun goes down
She is unwanted, death is rescue
Will anyone notice?
Or drop a tear?

But I loved her
I will hold her hand
Tears will fill our minds
And never leave us
Until her end.

The streets will carry her
Far in the night
They will hold her
The grip of life
Until she will whisper
And leave to the dark sky.

But I will stay
In this prison of living dead
Until she will come to rescue me
And we will be safe.