Monster

Savage essence
Covert
Demure

I kept waiting for an answer

Lips tinged with venom
And your eyes pools
Of mock sympathy

Golden child
That lost her glow
Stolen by her sense of self

If you speak of me with those lips
Kiss them for me

The rift between us grows
Like flowers in spring
You have my name
I know your secrets

It makes me so bitter
That your smile was counterfeit

I’m corrupted
And you didn’t dare tell me
You were suffering too

So I guess there needs to be a villain
If you’re the damsel in distress

That title was forced on me

After all if you can play the angel
I can play the monster