The Shadows are Following Me

I am the woman of the night, though my shadows are following me

They seem alive, as I hear their footsteps behind me, they whisper

Calling me names, outrageous and painful, though, taunted by my own sin

A trembled grin, just holding on to the night, trying not to give in, it is the demons voice

I hear them, the shadows are not mine, they are the devil's advocate, trying to swallow me

I feel the pace getting closer, and closer, as I drip with my own lust of sweat

Into my own shadows of death, I continue my passion, paid by the losers

Of the world, they burn for my body, and then, they throw me into the pit of shame

Where I feel blame, for who I am, I have been chosen, in desperation I fell in

Now, not sure which direction to take, as the shadows are following me

Haunting me, trying to catch me, now I feel the hands of death around my neck

I can not breathe, I can not see, for it exists not only behind me, beside me, in me

I will have taken this path with regret, and now know, I am only to blame, ashamed, I've bled

Smoked up, drained, and then I give up, my lungs collapse, the light out, its flicked into the air

As I have allowed the shadows of evil, to take control, and pull me into damnation

The shadows now, up in smoke, and now, all feelings have fled, no longer I flare