Flirting with Wickedness
There was once a girl who flirted with wickedness.
People told her not to stray from goodness;
that her soul should stay the purest,
but she didn’t care.
She let darkness caress, embrace her,
Evocatively whispering sweet nothings in her ear:
“Come on, you’re so beautiful…Come here and play.”
And without any fear,
she grinned and asked,
“Is that a dare?”
While other girls would’ve clung onto their innocence,
She just gave into sinful tendencies,
acting on demented urges;
The virgin now having an evil within her that no one could purge.
She drank the most dangerous poisons,
She covered her body with blood and sweat;
Dancing lustfully and disappearing into the night,
Laughing out of insanity and spite.
Now, she’s in every horror story;
Monstrous and gory.
Now, she’s in your mind,
Driving you insane.
You can hear her say so seductively,
“Come on…come on Darling, play with me.”
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2015