Tarot - My enslaver

Clean puncture and now she's gonebut her spell still carries on Can't touch no one, can't get out of my shell She left me burning in this lonely hell Through the restless night souls wander holding on Through these cold nights that never come to dawn She's still my enslaver Where's the heart that I gave her My sweet enslaver I hate her Shades drawn growing lunacy staring,staring from the abyss ahead Longing for the sight of the face that I hategrinding teeth, raising the dead I get so scared of the cruel dreams I see,scared of her shadow coming to claim me She's still my enslaver...I hear voices, whispers of resurrection Sounds like tombstones corroding Laid my love to sleep with heart impaledbut I can't escape this dark forebonding She's still my enslaver...