She's lit all in red

There's plastic on the floor

And from the way she grips that knife

I can tell she's done this before

A loose tap lets out

Slow motion drips

And the buzz of a neon sign stutters

As her tongue patrols her lips

Raw rose light bulbs 

Blink and I can see 

The look in her demon eyes

As she creeps toward me 

Suffocating hot thick sticky air

Is steam room-esque

And the kiss of condensation

Makes the walls wet

Trepidatious energy slowly floods the room

Past the plastic 

To her tattooed calves

But still as the night she looms

Raw rose light bulbs 

Blink and I can see 

The look in her demon eyes 

As she creeps toward me

Raw rose light bulbs

Throb and let me see

My pulse shift colour scheme

As she hovers over me