My eyes
are the color of red;
a deep and agonizing dark vermillion
that has plunged from the outer layers
of my skin.
Your touch
pierces me ever so painfully
because
I see
the devil in your gesture.
All devils were once angels;
but you never passed that:
you shall always remain by the name
of carried sins and burdens
or as the known,
Lucifer.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁