Deviant in Nature

Angelic cries,
mercilessly bleeding of empty lips.
Devious eyes,
desires dripping from the essence.
Alluring form,
full of vanity,
willed of sexuality. Twisting. . .
And Taunting. . .
and Kissing. . .
so haunting.

Vivid image glazed across dead set eyes,
wicked sinister sin her talents lie.

Vicious the whispers,
driven outward in.
Demented the control,
flowing of her skin.

Iced walls bitter cross the core,
the inner shelter raged of chaotic war.
Haste falters under darkened eyes,
war born of demonic wretched cries.

Angels in Devils we all believe,
the wicked,
the devious,
the angels deceive.