Sympathy for the Devil

Pull tight your corset ties.
You know it’s unhealthy, but all those needles.
The only way…
Strap on your stilettos, so black.
Deep, death…
You’re short on breath.
Everything pulses in pain.
Yet you continue to dress.
It’s for them, just for him.
Let down your hair, shinning crimson.
Comb through at least a hundred times.
Rouge up your cheeks rosy and red.
Reminds you of a time
The only way…
Almost finished.
Soon the sirens will sing.
One thing left.
Something you save for the dark of night.
Slip through, mirror in the blade
Slide your gloves up to your elbows.
Silvery white, gleaming bright
Now you're ready.
Red seeps through your gloves.
Soon you will see him.
You lay your head down.
Dream of the devil
Soon you will see him, in all his glory.