Haunted

A swollen sun melting in the horizon
Between the sheets where I wait for her to come

A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick

Ooh, I'm haunted
Ooh, I'm haunted
Ooh, I'm haunted

Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades, I'm sure must be missing a demon

I hate, I hate the morning
I, I hate the morning

From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection?
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like wind through trees beckons

Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence

Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
Your mouth of wine and wooksmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight
You are lust incarnate

In the sweat of my bed
The eastern sky hints of dawning
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
Oh, how I hate the morning

I hate the morning light
I hate the morning light

Ooh, I'm haunted
Ooh, I'm haunted
Ooh, I'm haunted