The midnight horror show

 
I lay in this darkened room
Red floods the walls around me
The lights of the strip club outside
Begging for my delinquency
I hear the screaming and moaning of lost souls
Trying to find me
Let me in, let me in.

I just want to be pure
But there’s no ideal more contentious...
The night is calling me
The midnight horror show feeds on the screams
Of the demons needing me
I am the main attraction
I am all they want to see
I am the star
Though this star burned the facade
Of the innocent girl, potential
Filled with fucking potential
But I ache for the fade, the flight and the trip
Warped words on blurred lines
Read between these fucking lines
The demons and their poison have refabricated me
I am reborn,
The lonely star is me

Let them in.


I dance on the stage
This star resides in her inequities
The unknown within me is what they wish to see
And trip after trip, it looks the same
Repetitive scenes and people with different names
I am their hunger, their poison, their formative years
But I’m just doing this for the fading of my senses
While they applaud the removal of my dress;
Stained with my tears.

But I have given far too much
In the space of no time at all
I blink on my trip
It’s as if years have gone
And bereavement has become one with me
These vampires and demons, yearn to be pleased
Screams for the burning within my eyes, while I--
--I burn for the slight smile of the dollar bills
Feeding me my next dose of hell
I’m not holy, I'm no saint,
Though these are my disciples
I die for their sins and they live for mine
Maybe the devil’s company is one I wish to keep
Only he was misconceived enough to relent
So I repent, my potential I spit at
The demons and I played Russian roulette with my mind
We won
The devil, my new friend, is he.
So I let them in, I let them in