Unholy Confessions

Alone she sits on a hill,
Her mind drinking in the memory,
She must confess,
The smell of blood ignited her.

A beast awoke inside her today,
All of the anger,
All of the rage,
All of the hatred poured out of her.

Eyes seeping bitterness,
Lips dripping with poison,
The line between right and wrong,
Washed away with her soul.

It was so easy,
Seduction,
Always the downfall of man,
Beauty, here, a weakness.

Bound for pleasure,
But not yours,
Deception at it's finest,
Trust becomes a curse.

Lips so sweet and eager,
Cold steel against the skin,
Shock and awe,
As she swept the knife across your flesh.

The fire in her eyes,
Such heat at the first glimpse of crimson,
Your struggle only enticing her,
Drawing her to you.

You were her first,
She must savour the moment,
Revel in her work,
Such mad beauty.

Graceful lines cross your body,
She drinks your life,
Staining her lips with your soul,
You glance her sadistic smile.

Oh what forms the devil may take,
And she must confess,
She does feel devilish,
Drunk on control.

Lost in a euphoric fog,
She brushes your lips,
You breathe your last breath,
Her blazing eyes your last sight.

A fallen angel,
Wings inflamed,
She burns into the night,
A ghost among the living.

She has marked her path,
Beautiful destruction from a rose,
Darkness blossoms in her decaying mind,
She knows there is no turning back.