Category: poetry

Reel

There’s evil behind that exterior shell

I could tell it well, before

I could tell it well

The venom catches quick

While asleep, it will stir

The purest heart to burst and to keep

A wicked spell cast and

Only the darkest, except for

When light surrendered strongest

It keeps trying to cast its line

And hook broken jaws, timeless

It longs to stand in bloody awe

And, like a true love’s first kiss

The spell is broken, reel by reel,

Until the line snaps wide open

Melt

She is cyanide

Disguised

As a sugar cube

For his soulful tea

.

She is dead

Inside

As alive as pleasure

For her selfish deeds

.

She is partly machine

Manufactured

As a child

For the Devil’s keeps

.

She is the sweetest fruit

Forbidden

As a deliciously

Good and evil tree

.

She is

Nightmares

Without

Sleep

.

She is

Every

Man’s

Dreams