by Nick Gisburne
Her songs are rich and sensual and raw
They flow and fade, seducing every sense
The mesmerising rhythms swirl and soar
They writhe along the walls of my defence
The music melts the shadows of my soul
I see it, sliding, surging through my chest
It drains the heart, which hungers to be whole
Surrendered to her songs, I am possessed
She tastes her lips and burns me with their lies
They drip with passion, promises and pain
And through the dreams of evil in her eyes
I see a face, my own, a man insane
She sings, a breathless whisper, stained with sin
And rips the strangled spirit from my skin
