Life · poem


I know where you hide

And I know all your lies

Telling yourself each day

You have given yourself away


As damned as you seem,

The pleasures are intoxicating.

You are the machine in the factory,

Producing sins every week.


Your eyes smell of devil

You innocent smile is beguiling

Your soul is always up for evil,

Attracting the bad deeds.


Your complexity is servile.

They burn in it at an ant’s speed

Giving you the sadistic pleasure of a sweet retreat.

You and your devilish insights.

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