Smiles

Smiles, smiles all around.

Flashes of white, glimpes of tears.

Their glittering eyes, their pounding hearts.

Hearts so pure, pure enough to eat.

Their screams fuel his art.

Their weeps give him life.

A life so sweet, with love so cruel.

A love fostered by wicked smiles and poisoned words.

A love birthed from hate and mistakes.

A black sheep who envied for more.

He'd show them piece by piece, sin by sin.

What love truly was.

Author's Note

I'm fascinated by serial killers, so I thought I'd write about one. Reviews would be nice!

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

'He'd show them piece by piece, sin by sin. What love truly was.' so what is love?

I was intrigued by this poem. Had some interesting thoughts and descriptions. every line was powerful and multilayered.
Great write.

[Willard Wells]

It started out as a beautiful poem and then the dark stepped in and gave it a different feel. After reading your notes it cleared things up. Well done piece.

[Drone17]

Yeah, I wanted the change to be really drastic, and really sudden but I hope it came out smooth and not rigid. Thank you for reading and reviewing!

[Willard Wells]

No it had a nice flow. My brain just did a quick reset for love to death in love.

[Drone17]

Oh, thanks!