Mystical Creatures

The clock strikes twelve

And calls for the devil.

My enchanting face sleeps

And the devil exorcises my smile. 

My world turns in just a minute later, 

And the blood in your body 

Hypnotizes my heartbeat. 

My sane thoughts turn into desperation.

My body no longer chills

It burns at the look of your cold heart. My heart no longer feels the pain

It succumbs into the sufferings it endures.

My hands shiver to intake the drug

Of those hard lips that touched my tongue.

My soul shudders to intertwine with your's

Taking my heart on a rollercoaster.

The recklessness is now fading. 

And once again I wake up in the morning

With a beautiful smile and a warm face

Not knowing about the devil deep within.