Celosia Dahlia is a gentle soul.
She glides through the wind like a shriveled up foliole,
A woman taken by the sky.
Never in a million years will you find something like her.
She lived in a phenomenon
A malevolent generation,
Still living in a darkened time.
Her heart is made of fire.
Would you listen to her if she promised to take you to heaven,
Would you fall for her devious stratagem that she masquerades as love?
When she brushes up against one, she gives chills.
She is not visible to you,
Her eyes glow an electric red.
After making contact with them you are unable to look away.
All of a sudden she is gone.
You feel a sudden urge to do cruel things,
She controls you.
Your dreams unwind,
In a devious state of mind.