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Poisoned lips

In fragrant breath

Glassy eyes

And frozen smiles

And marks

Of sudden death

Of feelings

And of blunt

Expressiveness

The soul

Is passionless

The heart’s

A bloody mess

The angry mind

Is crying out

Into the nothingness

Of selfish deeds

And selfish creeds

On poisoned lips

Craving trips

Of hushed exile

For kisses on

The demon’s smile

*This poem can also be found in my poetry book What Have You Done to the Angel which was written under Sathepine Marco.

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Immortality was the curse
That she thought was the prize
When she summoned that demon
With the gleam in her eyes
It was flesh and blood, she offered
Of pure innocent souls
For power, for eternity
And her wicked goals

Love was the curse
That she thought was the prize
For they all quickly loved her
With a gleam in their eyes
It was possession, she wanted
Of these beautiful souls
As they hauntingly praise
All her twisted goals

Time was the curse
That she thought was the prize
When a thousand years ended
The gleam in her eyes
It was flesh and blood, she offered
Of her own lonely soul
To the demon that grinned
At her desperate goal

Death was a curse
But to her, a prize
And she begged the demon
Who had a gleam in his eyes
Who shook his head No
At this poor tired soul
Who forever shall live
Yet never be whole

Wrote this to celebrate Halloween :)

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What have you done to the angel?
Why have you injured her wings?
The bliss of her smile has faded
Her hands have been soiled by your sins

Engulfed by your flames, she is burning
Her innocence turning to ashes
She struggles with wings that are bleeding
She flies but she falls and she crashes

Could you fix what is broken forever?
Mend wings that could no longer soar?
Could you heal a spirit that’s shattered?
She breathes, but she’s angel no more

And she craves for a drink of your poison
Longs for a glimpse of the Dark
What have you done to the angel?
How have you twisted her heart?