Before I reveal my tortured soul,
that's concealed in velvet darkness,
kissed by the shadows.
Before my soul was traded for immorality,
the wicked deception of cold beauty.
I was virtuous.
Pure.
A little white dove.
Caress my feathered wings softly with your fingers,
but be careful my beauty is poisonous,
the very essence of my appeal.
When my life was burning on the verge of embracing melancholy misery,
I had my handsome face set with deep eyes and angelic smile,
immortalized in a portrait.
Forever Radiant.
Forever Luminous.
Eternally deceitful.
Do you feel the devil within with his alluring grin?
Such deception came filled with black magic,
darkly spell bounding,
so powerful you can't resist,
like a moth I was drawn to his flame.
He gave me my wicked treasure; a precious painting.
For that one moment, your life is frozen in time,
never changing; it's perfection,
the mirror of your soul,
however, can it obscure my sins; my secrets?
Before I reveal my tormented soul,
the beast with the red-rimmed eyes,
it's skin the color gray with thinning black hair,
it's very breath reeks of death,
kept concealed in velvet darkness,
kissed by the shadows.
Do you feel the devil within with his alluring grin?
A/N: The poem was inspired by "The Portrait of Dorian Gray".
Thank you for reading.
