She s my demon

She’s my demon.
My angel of death.
I’m on my knees.
I pray — «Amen»
to a saint Lilith.

She’s run me hot and cold.
She takes my toll.
She’s my earworm.
Watch me, darling, I’m hollow.

She is gorgeous as sunflowers.
She’s as dangerous as a viper.
I’ve got no power.
Story repeats itself in a cycle —
over and over.
We supposed to be a lovers,
not a warriors.

It’s a war.
It’s a duel.
I’m on you,
you’re on me,
rushing to hell.
You won’t give up.
I know you too well.

Well, welcome home, darling,
welcome hell.
Hello, darling.
I’m in despair,
You’re on display,
in a black veil
like sweet pain.

You’re pressing me into cold concrete.
Constantly closer,
space is accelerating.
We laugh while drinking this potion.
I kiss your porcelain skin.
My heart skipping the beat.
They say: “Extremes meet”.
They repeat: “She’s cruel”.
But under you
I’m moaning, whimpering mess.
I’m in distress.
Like an acrobat in a circus
I fall down, go off the deep end.

You chasing me like a prey.
Clock tick-tack.
Heels click-clack.
I’m trying to ran away.
*Knock - Knock.*
~Hello, honey.
Let me in~
And I’m lost.

The course of true love never did run smooth.
I bite the dust.
You were the most…
The battle is lost.
A win's a win.
Gloria Victoribus!

She was my prime.
She’ll be my supreme.
I dive into rhymes,
in her lips as red as crimson
living in my head rent free.
I committed a crime.
I am her prisoner.
Take me, my butcher.

She is thirsty.
She’s drowning in a glass of wine.
She dries up my tears
so that I don't give up.
Tonight drink to us, my dear!
Bottoms up!