A demon with unwilling nature
Still feeds from the danger.
Lust, fear all the same,
From the wild eyes of a saint.
Your teeth are daggers yet your words,
swords.
Used improperly can cause a bloodbath of sadness and regret. But, not all Demons have the desire to hurt, cause pain, I know this because I've fallen for one. And yet, what hides underneath, a broken soul misunderstood from the past events of regretful choices. To live; to die, all the same. To love; to hate, all the same. But this mistakened Demon painted a picture with my tears, blood, and sorrow. Showed me a masterpiece could be made with every flaw. With just the tip of his claw,
drawing a line of beauty. Honestly how can something so twisted come out so beautiful.
Tell me, why should I be afraid?
YOU ARE READING
Beauty Lies Beneath.
PoetryMy story doesn't need a description. My only words are this, " Interpret what you desire for I give no meaning. "
