October Noir - Spellbound

Her hair like a new moon her skin was like the full Black nails and lipstick a glass of wine and cigarettes Autumn was her scent this Morticia I’ve only met The devil’s caress of glitter and of spider webs From her glance to my stare she acts as though I’m not even there She played me with witchcraft Chasing love is like chasing death She was draped in scarlet rags like blood staining stone Her eyes were so dead and gone like a sun that never burned