Poem about the devil. NOT about the ACTUAL devil. Its a metaphor. Interpret for yourself.
The devil has many names.
Shes smooth,
Lyrical in her words,
Soft and seductive in the way she moves,
Everything about her screams perfection.
Only because her flaws are hidden.
One look could leave you paralyzed,
One touch will throw you to the ground in a shiver,
One sentence and your hypnotized,
She never makes a mistake.
Every move has a purpose,
Every word has a destination.
She cant be broken,
She wont get hurt.
Every tear has a job.
To make you feel bad.
To show you she can feel.
Only she, could make something so fake play out so real.
Your body is her playground.
Your mind,
Your heart,
Your sensitive skin, her favorite toy.
How easy it is for her to melt you.
You cant escape.
Every move is perfection.
The air around her is different,
Her scent intoxicates you.
Its a poison,
And the only cure is to breath more of it.
You wont escape.
The devil has many names.
But only one matters.
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