Midnight was made for women like me.
With wickedness in our bones and a seductive smile on our lips.
Our skin soaks in the moon’s dark magic, filling our veins with more power than any man.
The night, our night, we let our magic run wild through the darkness luring men with its sweet scent.
They used to hang and burned women like me, but now they chant our names like prayers.
Midnight was made for me to collect the hearts of the lonely and heartbroken,
make them whole for one night and no more,
to make them know what the darkest heaven feels like.
They will never forget the night I found them, they might forget my name or face, but never my magic.
q: do you like train rides?
a: yes they are so relaxing