The Temptress
One dream can destroy a thousand lives
One night can cause a person to look upon their own mortality
One small wound can create death
One bite from the most beautiful creature....And its all over
In this deadly coil called life
Souls are diminished and weathered
Lies compound into rage
And thought patterns are dissolved in lunacy
In her most beautiful dream...She was as the dream...beautiful
Her voice was as a trained operatic dive
Graceful and sweet
Pulling you in with whispers of bliss
Appearing as a wingless angel
Graceful and well spoken
Carved from ivory...flawless and alluring
Never wanting anything.....She is all she needs
Polite and well developed
Like a corseted mannequin
Exotic and delightful
Needing no man....Making them want her
Like a black widow
Luring in the hapless victims
In a silver thread web of burning desire
Takes from them as she will.....Breaking their souls
Wrapping herself in this madness
Wife..Diva...Lunatic....Whore....
Drawn in by the image in the mirror
Or by her own need to be this creature
In reality...I pitied her
Frail and plain...Needing to fit in
She was like new linen....pale and thin
Forever saddened by this life she never had
Frozen in childhood....Times slave
Twisted by the mental and physical ravages she was put through
Burning inside wanting to break out
Needing to fill in this void...this pain
The only sex she ever had was against her will
The scars so bright in her mind
The blood flowing from flowing wounds
Only makes the desire greater than before
Lust breaking down her life
Love eluding her at every turn
Needing to be needed
And wanting life
Will she ever see the reality?
Will she even awake from this psychosis?
She has not seen the light in years
Alone she sets in her lonely room.....looking through the bars...
Will she ever see again ?
The beauty she has inside?
The love she needs to give?
The life she deserves?
One dream can destroy a thousand lives
One night can cause a person to look upon their own mortality
One small wound can create death
One bite from the most beautiful creature....And its all over
In this deadly coil called life
Souls are diminished and weathered
Lies compound into rage
And thought patterns are dissolved in lunacy
In her most beautiful dream...She was as the dream...beautiful
Her voice was as a trained operatic dive
Graceful and sweet
Pulling you in with whispers of bliss
Appearing as a wingless angel
Graceful and well spoken
Carved from ivory...flawless and alluring
Never wanting anything.....She is all she needs
Polite and well developed
Like a corseted mannequin
Exotic and delightful
Needing no man....Making them want her
Like a black widow
Luring in the hapless victims
In a silver thread web of burning desire
Takes from them as she will.....Breaking their souls
Wrapping herself in this madness
Wife..Diva...Lunatic....Whore....
Drawn in by the image in the mirror
Or by her own need to be this creature
In reality...I pitied her
Frail and plain...Needing to fit in
She was like new linen....pale and thin
Forever saddened by this life she never had
Frozen in childhood....Times slave
Twisted by the mental and physical ravages she was put through
Burning inside wanting to break out
Needing to fill in this void...this pain
The only sex she ever had was against her will
The scars so bright in her mind
The blood flowing from flowing wounds
Only makes the desire greater than before
Lust breaking down her life
Love eluding her at every turn
Needing to be needed
And wanting life
Will she ever see the reality?
Will she even awake from this psychosis?
She has not seen the light in years
Alone she sets in her lonely room.....looking through the bars...
Will she ever see again ?
The beauty she has inside?
The love she needs to give?
The life she deserves?
posted by WishKiller at
11:17 PM
