My muse

My muse is covered in tattoos
And wasted
Alcohol pills you name it

Her pale skin Is shining bright 
Surrounded by cigarette smoke
and gloom 
This uncrowned queen  of the night 
Who's always late and leaves too soon

In my ear she whispers every word
Every line
She drinks whatever she wants because she preaches wine

She knows more about love than most ever will 
She can lift you up as easily as she can  kill

She talks about the beauty of death and the death of beauty 
And when she does to listen is my duty

Her eyes burn with the flames of hell - kiss from her could take you there 

And when she cried - for every tear - one angel and one demon died - in fear

It is a privilege to be in her dark  shine 
Oh such a creature so hellishly divine

She likes going up against the odds 
And when shes not with me she dwells among the gods

And as she leaves me to go back to them 
Her voice softly says: CARPE NOCTEM