Black Honey Halo

She said, "You look like sin." I said, "I'm what comes after it"

Black hair, cold stare Ah. Red glass in

her hand. She moves like the night knows where I stand. Every breath takes

sharp like chrome. Like chrome. She leans in close and drags me home.

No saints here, no saving grace, just blood, rhythm and a shadowed face.

She smiles slow, a warning sign says, "Break me, baby,

one more time" . Black honey halo, sweet and low. You burn slow

and I let go. Black honey halo, under your spell. If we make