The Face of Evil
I’ve seen the face of evil
In sparkling eyes
That pierced my soul
And glorified my reflection.
I’ve heard the voice of evil
In velvet tones
And soothing words
That embraced my imperfections.
I’ve felt the touch of evil
In hand and lips
Awakening fires
That silenced my objections.
I’ve spent my nights with evil,
Wrapped in warmth,
Charmed by lies,
As I was added to his collection.
I knew the cost of evil,
Offering up my soul
And self-respect
For the scraps of his affection.
Now I’ve paid the price of evil,
As he laughs,
And turns away,
To make his next selection.
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