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,
Haunting, taunting;
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
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