You're a babe parade
Dancing along the horizon of a harvest moon landscape
Your silhouette moves into the night
And you wake up skeletons in a graveyard
Their dancing glows in the dark quietly
And summons a bat that turns into
A vampire version of me
But I only see
The shadows melt from you at dawn
When it's too late for me to live
Without burning bright so I write
Only the best
Bad poetry for you
Only the best
Bad poetry for you
The best bad poetry