It’s tapping at the window… The window of your soul… Wanting to be noticed… Trying to take control… Attempting to enter… Convince you to let it in… Seducing with the dark side… Leading down the path of sin…
It’s offering you temptation… And quietly whispering… Providing an opportunity… For the Devil to sing… Loud into your ear… Trying to turn your head… Would anyone really care if… You acted on what’s said…
And let him rule your heart… Despite all common sense… Imagine the adventures… They would be so fucking tense… Away from all the boredom… Where your life is wedged… But knowing you’re alive… And living on the edge…
Ignoring all the warning signs… Never counting the cost… How much your soul will pay… Once in the valley of the lost… Because there is no redemption… And there is no way back… Once you allow the voices in… You become open to attack…
And begin to lose all sight… Of what is right and what is wrong… No matter your moral compass… Or if you think that you are strong… It’s still tapping at the window… So are you going to let it in… Allow it to wash over you… And fill your heart with sin…
He kept his eyes wide open… Each time that they kissed… To make sure it was real… And no detail was missed… Or a single moment… Of this unbelievable dream… To remind him that it happened… And she really was his queen…
Whose shimmering beauty… Outshone all those around… He couldn’t believe his luck… At what he had found… But this story had two sides… And there was no escape… Even if she’d wanted to… There’s no route she could take…
As she was caught in his web… And totally under his control… Between a rock and a stone… She couldn’t tell a soul… Who would have believed her… Her story was just fiction… A total fantasy mixed with lies… And an added erotic addiction…
But he knew where it was going… And was clear what he wants… Even if, in the midst of it all… His guilty mind screams and haunts… And reminded him constantly… That this was just not right… She didn’t belong to him… But his conscience lost the fight…
As she now lies in front of him… Staring blankly into space… All hair and perfect make up… No imperfections on her face… In her dress, without her heels… He laid her out on the bed… Her heart no longer beating… She now belongs to the dead…
And he’s stood there watching… Like some twisted voyeur… Feasting on his evil deed… And silently hovering over her… His victim number twelve… His latest treasure, his prize… Who now stares back at him… With dull and lifeless eyes…
He kept her eyes open… As he strangled her throat… To make sure she watched… So he could quietly gloat… Loving every single moment… Like he was in some sordid dream… As he soaked in her final breath… And her final muffled scream…