His eyes are like fire
His Face to perfect to not look at
His voice is the Devil wanting to play
His Skin is a wild fire
His Breath smells like a tortured soul
His perfection was the death of loved ones
His life was stolen by the devil himself
His fingers are like sharp blades
His heart is black with darkness and despair
His soul is of a feral animal
His lips are poisonous to those who don't love him for who he is
His death is never near
His past is forgotten
He is the devil's child
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The Devil's child
PuisiI wrote this poem about a guy friend of mine who ruined our friendship for an attention seeking whore