Devil’s Last Dance

Devil’s Last Dance

The clock strikes midnight, the shadows creep.
Dancing with the devil in the dead of sleep.
Her lips are red, her smile is sharp.
She pulls me closer, ignites the dark.

Her fingers trace the edges of my skin
and for the first time, I’m drawn in.
The marks she leaves are deeper than death.
Each breath I take, a stolen breath.
She laughs, her eyes like burning coal,
pulling me down to where she controls.

This is the devil’s last dance, and I’m falling
into her arms, where I’m crawling.
Blood on my hands, but I don’t care.
In the devil’s last dance, I’m already there.

She leads me deeper, no turning back.
The chains she wraps are pure attack.
I’m drowning in her cold embrace,
no escape from this wicked place.
She pulls the strings. I start to bleed.
She’s my addiction, my only need.

This is madness, no saving grace.
I’m locked in her chains, I can’t erase
the darkness she’s sold me, the lies she’s spun.
The last dance is over, but I’ve already won.

I feel her breath on my neck. I’m numb.
The devil’s last dance. I’ve come undone.
Twisted and broken, but I don’t need to fight.
In the devil’s last dance, I’m hers tonight.