She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince
would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats
a «please no ads» sign on her door
Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore
Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
She hates Christmas nights more
than dressing up in white
The lightning's something she adores
like Frankenstein's Bride
She's obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead
church yards give her more
No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334
Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Drinks Absinthe after giving head
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met
Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Whispers Dracula in her bed
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met