Prophecy

She pursues the crows
And avoids the doves
Yearning for hate
While abusing love
A heavenly sinner
Looks that kill
A meet bewteen the eyes
Makes time stand still
I'm a man of risk
Death isn't the worry
My ignorance is bliss
A sinners dream
Nightmare for believers
As she comes near
My blood flows weaker
Her lips touch my flesh
No remorse
No regret
A kiss of fire
Punishes me for my sinful desires

Reviews

[astronaut]

love this. reminds me of my ex. toxic relationships.

[Carolynn]

Sounds like an incredibly persuasive desire for the "wrong kind a girl" this was well written - thanks for sharing :)