Rain fell on my cheeks,
Kisses were poison is what you made;
falling for you, was a sin?
How can a night change everything.
At first was pure,
Gentle and poise,
And, I was so sure.....
It would be true and nothing more;
I shouldn't had assumed.
You're a song,
A melody of it's own.
Obssessed with your tune—
From what I came upon my doom.
Unexpected, yet anticipated.
A storm would pass and shake towns,
But you grace, walked in flames,
burned thousands and none changed.
It was hard to let go, with binds tight.
I treasured the light,
but caught up with the dark.
I exploded with the moon crying for it's lukewarm night
the sun burning longer for now the truth had come to light.
You, Belladonna are beautiful than any kind,
twisted and dark,
one that lures and binds prey tight.
