Wasted Nights ~

Stale air,inside and out
no crowds tonight,it's a
dead night,most hide in
the whiskey shadows
She takes the path that leads her
out of town,
They'll meet on the outskirts,
on the moon
An angel,maybe,a bad broad
in all the good ways
He makes it easy to write on
his heart
She was cold rain,
beautiful,a pain in the ass
He needed her,
Her curves, feeling like satin
Her madness,freeing him from
his suit
A vintage mistress with a past
A flesh covered demon