Haunted
A swollen sun melting in the horizonBetween the sheets where I wait for her to come
A living flame, impossible to resistBurning me deep with every bite, kiss, and lick
I'm hauntedI'm hauntedI'm haunted (by her)
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentionsHades I'm sure must be missing a demon
I hate the morningI hate the morning
From the panes a green mist swirlsIs it a shadow of reflection?This apparition in moon beams bathedA voice like wind through trees beckonsCool rain on hot summer stoneThe odor fills my presenceOf freshly dug grave and death and nightThese things are her essenceNocturnal mistress, spirit loverYour mouth of wine and woodsmoke tasteMy goddess of the violet twilightYou are lust incarnateIn the sweat of my bedThe eastern sky hints of dawningAlone and awake but exhausted I lieOh how I hate the morning
I hate the morning (light)I hate the morning (light)