She owns the night,
And all creatures of the streets,
They all belong to her.
She is known in this place,
Under all the headlights,
Always met with pleasure.
She meets the men
With the same coy smile,
Teases with a kiss.
She leaves this little mark,
As a sign of her next victim,
For a night of bliss.
She's not herself,
When she becomes this heat,
Consumed by thirst.
She drinks herself full,
Wraps herself around a stranger,
Calls herself "Asmodeus".
She sleeps alone,
Tears soaking into her pillow,
But always out of sight.
She keeps a gun in her closet,
And she fears, sleeping alone,
She won't make it through the night.
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