Devil’s match

Being the devil
I know devious when I see it,
Your eyes turn men into stone,
Dead in there tracks,
Such vicious sweetness ,
A love you never recover from,
Your pitch forked tongue,
Tangled tendrils of flesh,
Mangled and splitting,
Spitting with venom,
Sharpened like a dagger,
Level like a sword,
You stab your victims,
Over and over,
With a blade cold and wanting,
Craving flesh,
Desperate blood letting,
Tears drain from the wounds,
Bleeding out in doom.


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