She walks home every night from work;
Like a ghost through the rain, in the dark.
She can’t wait to feed the devil’s rage-
Another slice of her age.
The gate is open;
She enters the cage.
The drop burns on the silver page.
And there she goes,
All alone,
All alone,
All alone.
Sweet the taste of poison on her tongue.
She knows it won't be too long,
Fears and pains will leave her alone.
Lost red eyes search through the deep smoke.
Her soul reaches the other side of the lake,
In silence she waits for the bite of the snake.
And there she goes,
All alone,
All alone ,
All alone.
The music of her favourite songs.
An old chair will be her throne.
There she is,
A beggar, a child, and a queen.
Eyes closed,
There she goes,
Through the night,
Every night,
Bite after bite.
