Draining Hell-fire through fingertips. Fully immersed in emotion, not just the memory. Reliving the feeling of tortured souls while bleeding ink into words. Slinking from an ashen past into a jet black future. The present lost, forgotten, left behind in transition from shadow to darkness. Shattered souls resuscitated and shared for the mere pleasure of others. there is no time to wallow, no self pity. That is not found in this place, burned off as sulfur in the brewing of a demon.
She comes alive
Through yesterday's ashes
Such a pretty little package. Sugar and spice and everything that isn't meant for human consumption. Poison mind seething, searching for the vulnerable, the gullible, the innocent, and the sweetly vile. Spewing forth honesty in liquid courage. No need to lie when eyes believe what they see. Beauty in the moonlight, sweetness in a smile, desire in a twinkle of Hell in the eye. Oh, that bit of Hell is a lot to chew. Take a bite and choke. Lost forever are pieces of you, your heart, your soul feeds her beautiful demons. Her flawless imperfections beguile and betray the mind, as those demons consume her divinely
Entranced by beauty
He stalks his prey in music
She absorbs his soul
Honeysuckle perfume taints the air. And the honey will never again taste as sweet. Swimming mind lost in those ruby lips and laughter like cracking glass heard as tinkling bells. Ensnared in the thorns that hook the flesh by surprise. The warmth of the fire masks the sting. All part of the dance. Writhing, hypnotic friction disguised as emotion, disguised as desire, disguised as love. Motion so fluid whispers depravity behind the eyes of an angel. There is nothing else. She gets what she wants. You believe you have her right where you want her, but it is she who has lead the way from the first whiff of the stench of you as you entered the room.
He believes he won her
She devours his essence
vanishing at once
As she is craved, she burns your soul. This demon who drains Hell-fire into words.