Dec 2020
Her long fingers and black dress
Her breath that goes in not out
Don't kiss her or let her touch you
Or you shall be buried under the ground
She takes your life
Without a warning
She visits everyone just a matter of time
The woman in black
Doing the bidding
You will meet her in time
Her breath that goes in not out
Don't kiss her or let her touch you
Or you shall be buried under the ground
She takes your life
Without a warning
She visits everyone just a matter of time
The woman in black
Doing the bidding
You will meet her in time
I don't know why, but whenever I think about giving death a personification i think of it as a woman
