Midnight Man
By Genessa Lovato
There’s a man who moves through the night,
Gone long before the morning light.
He’s drifting through the world alone,
Heart ice-cold, turned hard as stone.
He’s got a mission no one sees—
Takes your soul with gentle ease.
He slips inside the quiet air,
Standing right beside your bed.
Brushes back your falling hair,
Whispers things he should have never said.
With a kiss of death, he pulls you in,
Craving the warmth of the life within.
Leaves a trail behind, but he don’t care—
Perfect smile like nothing’s there.
Ooh, the Midnight Man, he’s in your fears,
Been haunting hearts for years and years.
Don’t go searching… don’t reach out your hand,
Or you’ll taste the kiss of the Midnight Man.
Moves like smoke in the dead of dark,
Cold intentions, hungry heart.
You feel his shadow touch your skin,
You try to breathe, he closes in.
Oh, he’s got a plan you can’t outrun,
Takes what he wants till the night is done.
He’s closer now than you can see,
Soft as a ghost, wild as a dream.
If you feel a chill where you stand—
Baby, that’s the brush of the Midnight Man.
With a kiss of death, he pulls you in,
Craving the warmth of the life within.
Leaves a trail behind, but he don’t care—
Perfect smile like nothing’s there.
Ooh, the Midnight Man, he’s in your fears,
Been haunting hearts for years and years.
Don’t go searching… don’t reach out your hand,
Or you’ll taste the kiss of the Midnight Man.
Don’t look for him in the dark,
Don’t follow that beating in your heart.
Once he finds you, understand—
Ain’t no coming back from the Midnight Man.
With a kiss of death, he pulls you in,
Craving the warmth of the life within.
No turning back, no final stand—
Just you and the touch of the Midnight Man.
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