Dont look into his eyes

The tale I am about to tell

is of a girl who was perfect

She met a bad boy

and now all of her sense is lost

 

I tried to warn her

And tell her to stay away

Now shes in too deep

and can never escape

 

The story starts

on a hot summer day

She dazed into his deep golden eyes

and this is how things ended up today...

 

It was all fun and games

until someone got hurt

you watched and observed

didnt bother to stop it

 

It was all for the thrill she told me

To feel the rush,

Just for a look,

one taste and one touch

 

She told me she missed that feeling; I knew she was now lost 

Than said repeatidly "Lets do it again"

"We will live young and free" she said

with no worries just obscurity

 

"Don't scurry away

Youv'e come too close to break

under the pressure of it"

Are the words of evil he spoke to her

 

So he kept telling her he loved her

so she would not stop

the evil she was committing

Just for him

 

She believes what she is doing

is not wrong

she will keep living this lie

all for him no matter who dies

 

The sad part is

He doesn't even love her

And while she sits alone with her corrupted mind

He brainwashes other girls just like her

 

He uses her

and cheats on her

Tries to get to me her sister, her friend

But I will never let you brain wash me, get that through your head

 

Your a sick minded creature

I just hope you know

So thankyou for a making a sweet girl

Turn utterly mad

 

Now put the pieces together

And this is what you'll find

When a young girl steps into love

lost and blind

 

The tale i told

is of a man named Diavolo

He is the evil genius behind at all

Never look into his eyes when he approaches you

 

If you do,

good luck trying to get out of his everlasting trance

He will steal your soul

With no hint of remorse

 

I am here to warn you

And not let this happen to anyone else

It is unbreakable

So watch out

Reviews

[BlueLagoon]

As a boy, I'm offended. As a reader, I'm delighted. You wrote a wonderful poem. All through reading it, I felt like you were my grandma and I was sitting Indian-style on the floor and you were telling me an old, old tale in front of the fireplace. That is a good thing. You are a great poetic storyteller! It was like I was watching a drama unfold in front of my eyes. Come to think of it, this piece would actually do real well in spoken word form. Readers would would love to see you combine that great storytelling with depth and creativity to make a masterpiece. I'll be waiting for that! Good job D.T.F!