Midnight nocturne
how it torments me in sleep.
Midnight nocturne
it arrives to soon when
I’m not ready for shifting
into the morning red sunlight.
Midnight nocturne.

Here is morning
becoming midnight shadows…
Ghosts wander the night.

CHORUS
I can’t help but want to devour you
from your neck down to spine.
I think your curly locks are so divine.

I feel chills
wander up my spiral stairwell.
I feel chills,
the specter with its long gaze
fills me with torment and lust
as my body fades to dust.
I feel chills.

CHORUS
I am the shadows on on the wall.
The ghosts along the window glass.
I think your curly locks are so divine.

Here lies humanity,
knocking at the door and waiting.
Yet nobody will let them in.