On her late night subway rendevous
Meeting her mysterious boss
Dresses so accordingly
Mascara down to high heel boots
The underground roars and disappears
As she leaves, no trace of perplexity.
Hanging by the grocery
Talking to your cotarie
Ran out of excuses to stall
Your face is mirrored on my wall
Your hands rush and stop the screams
Your eyes blaze, death creeps uninvitingly
Peering down that alleyway
She walks into the dark
Undergrounds screech and howl
While reflections fade.
They see her for that split second
Mystified by transperency
And I find, your mind is blind.
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