She came from the river Styx in Hell
had a great story in which to tell
Satan gave her borrowed time in which to roam
inside she wanted to hide and swallow her pride

Onto her she came in front of each passing train
Passerby's can see her visual outline of her dress
once she was a beauty queen in her brief life
Loved to dress up in lavish decorum

Breathless taunts the wind of visions from within
Now she resides with viscous fangs that bite in the night
if you listen very closely you can hear her cry
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow

She walks on the tracks in search of blood
to help ignite her flame of what she is searching for
Will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
the twilight sun has tainted her inner vision

A looming Gothic yet demonic presence
In darkened caverns filled with lust
She moves ahead one step at a time
with a longing hope to find her way home