Doll faced devil
Night prowler clothed as a beautiful flower.
She takes me places I don’t want to go.
Makes me wonder who and what come from the shadows.
And she hits me from all directions.
She curves and twist with pleasure that she claims
Only I can give her.
But we both know in that moment we look each other in the eyes.
That we are the doppelganger of our lies.
A true reflection of our self’s.
Her skin no softer than mine, but sweeter.
Her cherry bloomy lips against mine.
Like a flower, like a black rose.
Dirty from the ground she came from.
The ground that claims her and is full of worms.
Ground with a history full of death, and full of life.
She is the glowing ember in the night.
And lives in the city that sucks your blood and gives you everything you need.
You’ll never reach her through her poisoned thorns with empty hands.
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
What a beautiful flower.
But not real.
Black and poisonous.
I knew her once, and know she is gone.