poetry

Satan’s Bride

There’s a poison within her,
That rages inside
An aura of evil,
Of Satan’s Bride

Emotional conception,
On an indigo night
Forged from lies,
In the pale moonlight

A sociopath,
Void of compassion
Manipulation;
Her true companion

Cavernous eyes,
Encircled with fire
Contained chaos,
Her desire

Scarlet serpent
Within my veins
Constricting souls,
No conscience remains

My mind is a furnace
Of forgotten dreams
She comes alive
When her prey doth scream

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