When The Sun Goes Down

Fog creeps across the land
A stirring felt within the soul
Living on the edge of death
Shroud and death gown
When the sun goes down

She stirs men's hearts
Driven to the brink
Capturing them in a web
Mist of deceit flowing
While their lust growing

Insane with desire
Lured to the edge of sanity
Minds breaking with pain
As sexual tension draws nigh
Like a surging drug, getting high

Blood spurting from a wound
Caused by her gentle nails
Clawing forever at the heart
Peeling back the soul like a gown
As the sun goes down