She's lit all in red

There's plastic on the floor

And from the way she grips that knife

I can tell she's done this before

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A loose tap lets out

Slow motion drips

And the buzz of a neon sign stutters

As her tongue patrols her lips

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Raw rose light bulbs 

Blink and I can see 

The look in her demon eyes

As she creeps toward me 

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Suffocating hot thick sticky air

Is steam room-esque

And the kiss of condensation

Makes the walls wet

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Trepidatious energy slowly floods the room

Past the plastic 

To her tattooed calves

But still as the night she looms

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Raw rose light bulbs 

Blink and I can see 

The look in her demon eyes 

As she creeps toward me

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Raw rose light bulbs

Throb and let me see

My pulse shift colour scheme

As she hovers over me

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