Killed Dead (pt. 7)

Walking slowly across my body, she sighed
Thoughts running through her racing mind
The gun blazing in her hand
Sociopaths  in dire hunger, understand
Lust in perfect werewolf light

Dazzle only in the quiet night
As desperate echoes reach our haunted ears

She pulls back the hammer on the gun

Moonlight clothes her

Midnight dances 
And silver glints in your eyes 
Until you are killed dead...