My face is scarred
And so is my heart
My eyes are fire
Burning with black desires
My smile is wicked
Hiding my fallen secrets
I play the part
Of the villain
In the body
Of the pure
I play revenge
The merciless kind
But i look
Like hope
I will smile with my eyes
As I eat your soul
You will look at me with terror
Yet fall in love with my whole
Existence,
For my veins are poison
But they taste like honey
And my blood is storm
But it feels like dew
And my heart is a monster
It's covered in petals
Pick one up
And watch yourself bleed
Raw blood
From the thorns
Embedded in my skin
I might look like heaven
But I am sin
I might feel like paradise
Until you look beneath
For my surface is vanilla, with the scent of spring
Wait till you trip and fall underneath
My deep waters are dirty
Stirred by shadows and evil
Of all types
No man no menace
Has ever looked so kind
I am not your salvation
Not your purgatory
I am damnation
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DEAD FEELINGS
PoetryPenning down the extravaganza of thoughts that waltz in my head each day. Some dead, some alive, some barely breathing, but each one of them complete in it's isolation Some glooming, some blooming, some reflective and true, Some shrouded in shadow...
