The Spell.

Her screams are mute,
as she tries to call for someone like you,
and falls to the ground,
'cause she feels alone now.

Her hazel eyes shine ,
under the dying moonlight,
she's hoping to see a falling star,
but all she sees are the souls that died.

Her body is craving,
a dead body's heart,
to bring back the only one,
she cares for and love.

Silently she waits,
'till the one arrives,
who got what she needs,
so she and he can unite tonight.

But he,
he already forget the brunette,
the only one who could understand,
the only one that pleasured him and,
gave him his wants and needs,
but now, he doesn't care.

As she dies inside,
he leaves with someone else,
and she remembers the past,
and how she was put under a spell.

She prays for God,
to bring back his soul,
so she could eat the heart,
that was given him before.