She awaits midnight hour
Where haze of smoke and
Red glow dulls the soul
Her mask of painted faces
Covers no true lies
That show thru pale skin
She is beauty rare
Fingers of cheap perfume
In a mass of tangled hair
She doesn't see the look
In lustful wanting eyes
Only the warmth of a body
No feeling, no diguise
Til the dark hours fade
With the morning glow
Shell of a life created
With setting sun secrets kept
Night shadow, midnight stalker
Hunts for silence buried there
Heartache forgotten long ago
Life now lived for the illicit
Red midnight glow of a neon
Church that awaits her there

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