Alone

The beautiful lady hangs from the cross,
her laughter fills the air,
her mind may be gone,
no soul intact
and she may be alone,
but why does this matter?
when the demons are there.

The demons watch over,
her hanging alone,
they laugh as she weakens
to soon be at throne,
the fire as you may call it,
weak and alone

The devil may take her in,
for her dreadful sins,
no angel she is,
no heaven to enter,
maybe she doesn't belong.

Her body shuts down,
Her eyes close, all black,
taking her final breath,
alone in the dark
Now she dances with the demons,
Worshiping the devil.