Kay, I wrote this one last night. Don't know if it's any good. I was feeling a little, shall we say, moody? Surprise, surprise.

900

I release a stifled breath
That tears away the weight on my chest.
I'm unfolding these black wings of mine
To make the corners of the city shine.
"I strike horror in the hearts of this town"
Because I keep lettin em down
All for the one who ain't around.

A monster in maiden's clothing
EVERYONE gives me their fear and loathing
Too damn hard
For harmlessness
5 bucks a kiss.
No more bliss.
Someone said I could make a fortune
with my own 900 number.
I wonder who's bed I'll be hiding under
The next time I hear thunder.
With any luck,
It'll be my own
Stone-cold alone.