Put your lips on me, my Black Angel.
Once the Widow kisses you like an Animal, you’ll understand that you are her Prisoner. Hey now, her venomous Poison works like an Alchemy. I should have warned you, She said.
Want for More > You will not be disappointed by the Hurricane in your blood. My suicide, the Night Call. Hum,,, let’s first take the Kiss of Death go through mind and ears until the release of the second light comes out