• I wear the sleek purple skin of a panther in the moonlight
    The sweet flesh of the fruit inbetween my fangs,
    Drip the meek juices of a bitter - sweet midnight.
    My eyes glow green, my hair cut into bangs
    Black rose petals align my dying fear.
    The lush green thorny vines, grasp me in their hair,
    on the floor I'm lying here.
    Are you running? or do you rasp for air?
    Strangled by the rosey scent of decay...
    I despise yet await your arival.
    For only myself I must obey...
    A match of me, you are my best rival.

    As I lay here manny are falling and dying,
    Only you are the one who is crying.
    ~I am waiting for you. Come, my love, come~