Devious desires

Enough of being good in life. This poem expresses my deepest desires to be bad, to be evil!

Devious desires drilling my head,

Disturbing delusions denuding my soul.

Drunk on devil’s drink,

Devious desires devour me whole.

 

Dead emotions deafening roar,

Force me to shut my mind,

To the sounds hitherto loved

But now do not seem to bind.

 

What’s the point of being good,

When weeds of evil wrangle me whole?

I let myself be swayed like fidgety fires

Ah, they drive me, my devious desires.

Reviews

[Carolina Kel]

This work makes me think about all of the things we all want to do, but don't because it's against the rules we were either raised with or just the rules that govern our every day lives in the work place or at home.
Nicely done.

[deeps]

Wow this is wonderful, I like this. Very poetic and creative.

[Sasha]

So you wanna be a bad boy, huh...? LOL.
You automatically gets points for creativity. It's not about love or vampires - yey.
I liked the alliteration in the first stanza. There were D's everywhere and it sounded good. In the second one, I more enjoyed the imagery and underlying sexiness of what was said. The last three lines of the second stanza in particular just had an effect on me when I read them. It's interesting. I also liked your tone in the last line of the poem. It added a speakability? to the poem. And I can always appreciate a good rhyme, so there's that too. Nicely done, bad boy.