I brought her home one cold winter night
and laid her on my warm bed
The walls blink red and scream consequences
The sound drowned by whispers of hot breath
And the rhythm of my beating heart
An endless nightmare follows the perfect end
Taken by black and blue agents of a damned witch
The nineteenth season of a love's curse
Broken by a hug by a table of vodka and gin
I wake to find her in my arms
Leaving me again to see bright lights shining