dream girl

You are not my dream girl
you are the beautiful bone chilling voice
that sings to beckon in my nightmares
you are the sudden shouting of crows
when I enter a part of the forest
when I shouldn't have
you are the kiss that curses my bloodline
yet I lean in again
if only to ensure that my past too
is doomed
Your body is but a vessel for your mayhem
as I lay in wait and excruciating longing for you
to decimate my soul
again and again
You walk into my rooms like the devil
sent you as my perfect little punishment
lighting up the night of my life
like a fresh flung molotov cocktail
You make it weird... You make it weird as hell
The horrors persist, but so do the little treats