Someone told me that the devil was the most beautiful creature that God has ever made. And when I was told that, I pondered in disbelief about how something so evil could be so gorgeous. And then years later, when my lows were at an all time drop, something vile slipped into my life. As the taste of your lips gave me a addiction with furious hunger, your eyes of hazel mesmerized my malnurished soul, and captured me in a cage of love. The cage only got smaller while my love for you grew stronger. And Your beauty disguised your hatred filled caverns. The cage I no longer felt comfortable in, began to cave in, pinning me down so that your minty breath and perfect white teeth could wisper haunting lullabies. Soothing me into becoming comfortable under the pressure. Your perfect hair tickled my neck when we were intimate but now it is slowly sufficated me. And now I realize. That something so perfect, and seemingly so pure, can most likely run on agression.
i met the devil one beautiful afternoon. And he was hiding in beauty. And I'll never be the same.
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