Voodoo

Tonight, she's done it again ...

Taken her needle and raised it to the moonlight.
But you felt it didn't you?
Felt it being plunged deep into the hand-woven mess where your heart would be kept.

Felt the pulling in your chest; the longing for her familiarity.
Your head's a little foggy,
and you'd notice why if you'd just build the courage to check the time.

But you won't, and she doesn't blame you.
Her head's a little foggy too.
Your witching hour brought with it a mind full of chaos; a girl on the edge.

So she scraped the cold steel.
Down,
down,
down the little dolls poorly made shell.

And the shivers crept through your spine...

She's finally gotten your attention.
Was it the pulling of your heart-strings,
or the constant aching in your loins that made you take notice?

You belong to her now; like Satan intended.
And you'll forever awaken to that same prickling in your chest.
But only when the clock's just right.

So rest now, tortured soul...
She's gently placed you back on her fragile glass shelf.
It's filled with all of her favourite toys.

But something tells me, she's not finished with her voodoo.