Donna Decays September Seduction

[Intro] *(Eerie synth chords, distant whispers, gravelly bassline)* [Verse 1] Moonlight drips like maggots on the pavement, September’s breath—a curse, a crave, a casket’s arrangement. Donna Decay sashays, her hips a rot-slick grind, Skin peeling lace, a death march dressed in twine. Her kiss? Cyanide laced with honeysuckle lies, Men flock like vultures, blind to the flies. She croons in crypt tones, “Baby, let’s get entwined,” A grave’s her boudoir, love’s a noose she design. [Chorus] Donna Decay, the queen of flesh turned brine, Seduces shadows where the streetlights decline. September’s her season to feast and confine, One night in her arms—you’re a relic, a shrine. [Verse 2] Backpack rhymes laced with autopsy reports, Her heart’s a black hole where morality distorts. She’ll quote Shakespeare between bites of your spine, “To hell we go, lover—eternity’s our vine.” Her touch? A moldered psalm, a sacrament profane, Men beg for decay, addicted to the pain. She laughs—a cemetery wind through barren trees, Drags ’em underground where the demons all feed. [Bridge] Six feet deep, her lullaby’s a shovel’s clang, Hell’s choir hums as her undead lovers h**g. She whispers, “Darling, did you think this was a game?” September fades… but her curse remains the same. [Outro] *(Distant screams, soil shifting, a tombstone slams shut)*