Red

As sunlight fades away,
The man gets led astray.
When his bottle starts to empty,
So does his mental ability.
His mind on insensible mysteries,
And inauspicious discoveries,
He finds a woman bathed in red,
Who sucks his soul until its dead.

Stamp

She's got a tramp stamp and an attitude to match,
Looking to be one hell of a catch.
No one knows her true origin,
Or why her heart pumps liquid nitrogen.
She tries to live wild and free,
But keeps up with every responsibility.
She is narcissistic and sympathetic,
Her heart distressed,
Her body afflicted,
Her mind overwhelmed.
She tends to her friends,
Always to all ends.
Hiding her darkness in plain light,
With just her stamp to show,
That you never really know.

Wandering

She wandered about,
Looking for love.
Waiting to be
Wrapped in a soft sheltered glove.
As days went on
Her thoughts ebbed and swayed,
And every night
On her knees she prayed.
What was it,
That she was longing,
More than just,
To one belonging?