His beauty is a mask,
Alluring yet contained,
His hands draw with precision,
If only his soul was not stained.
His words hypnotize the young,
There hearts naive and trustful,
But he is sinister,
His mind only lustful.
He does the unspeakable,
And pulls out a knife,
Forcing her,
He takes everything but her life.
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Uncertain Poetry
PoetryPoetry? That just isn't too sure of itself. Deep and shallow, short and long. It's quite curious and is an adventure of the mind.
