I’ve lost my heart to Coralie,
but please don’t ever question me
till you have seen her on the stage
play goddess of the golden age!
 
She's sleek like Greek, although she's French,
and wily as a wayward wench!
She stole my heart with just one glance,
that femme fatale from Paris, France.
 
So please don’t ever be surprised
by mademoiselle who mesmerised,
enchanting me down faery dell,
bewitching me with siren’s spell.
 
I love my curvy Coralie!
So please don’t ever question me

Legs like an ivy vine
Wrapped around his waist
Another conquest
Taken without haste

Is this number five or six
Maybe nine or ten
She's not counting
Only bloodlusting for the fix

They flash their money
Buy her drinks aplenty
Violet eyes that paralyze
A voice that drips like honey

Entangled in a web of lies
All thinking they caught the prize
It's all fun and games
Until someone dies

A body left
Every dime is spent
The cycle spins
Until she strikes again

Do you hear the scratching tapping?
That keeps you awake
when you are napping?
Do you hear the rain?
The wind howling,
it calls my name
from far away
to carry me out to sea.
Do you hear it?
Can you switch it off?
Then you are lucky!
For I can not
When I was younger
just a child
naive innocent mannered mild.
I could fly
Way up high
Above the buildings in the sky!
When I flew I saw many things
Of people past and what future brings.

I'm lost in this abyss, with no light to see,
My heart racing with fear, wondering where I'll be.

The darkness surrounds me, like a suffocating cloak,
With no way to escape, it feels like a cruel joke.

But then I see a glimmer, a faint ray of hope,
And I chase after it, like a desperate soul.

The light grows stronger, as I near the end,
And I burst forth, like a phoenix, from the darkness that had no end.

I'm free from the room, no longer alone,
The walls that once closed in, now a distant memory and gone.