Midnight Lullabies

09 | Of painful truths and disguised traps

She was embedded
with cursive fonts and bold print;
tied around the neck with a silk ribbon,
a secret stashed away, an evident hint.

Tainted a shade of crimson blood,
she's a spill, a stain;
a deceptive, addictive drug with false promises
of alleviating pain.

And it shall so easily be loosened,
your so-called grip on control;
she'll untie your tight knots,
and will never give back what she stole.

She'll burn your insides
to ashes till they corrode;
sticking down your throat,
until your heart beat slowed.

Beautiful on the outside, kind too,
but taste her wish you not;
for she's the same demon,
whose trap I fell through.