Treacherous Beauty

What monster am I that loves it’s prey?

The empathetic villain

Unknowingly lured into his cage

Disguised with lipstick and pleasantries

Shrouded without intention

Black magic or a woman’s charm

I can’t bare the thought

The accusation

Pretentious predator

That I consume the affections

An elixir to fuel immortality

Feeding off their misfortune

Hopes dashed to slight

Insatiable succubus

The provocative air that follows

Made of my own deceit

Unjust projection

From a world one-sided

From jealous hearts

And unseeing eyes

Waiting for the fissure

Flaw in the facade

That the veil would lift

Treacherous beauty

To reveal the grotesque carcass

I am presumed to be

Never has the blow bruised so deep

Resonating my deepest fears

Exposing the cavernous anxieties

Unsaid atonement

That I am worth less than the sum

To be enjoyed sparingly

The overpowering aroma

Fear that coats my heart

Comedy that coaxes my voice

Deflection obtained

That my words be the vessel

To lead you elsewhere

Maternal manipulation

Charm to be taken lightly

Smile to be brushed away

Touch to be forgotten

But I have failed before

Condemn me

That I am responsible solely 

The actions of others that defines me

Ignore my own misgivings

A cruel shrew untamable

Wretched is my craving

For the time and lust of others

So dark-hearted am I to mislead

Hopeless harlot

What emptiness he harbors

Now to be of my fault

What creature am I to love it’s prey?

Supposably a creature of habit.