The Devil's Blue Kiss

It’s never nice, especially on a good 
day, Where it loves and would,
Tell of your secrets as if you were,
Playing a game of taboo. 
It loves tricks, no treats
With a smile of tender deceit, 
And fists that pound your heart
Into crystallized rocks made of fire. 
It blows like the water of the dam
With pressure as to beat hydraulic ram
And it’s manipulation give you the feel
Of something tickling your mind
And then shouted out in prayer
It says, I’m here to cause pain and affair
In meas to destroy and then wheeze
With a thruster of Destruction
And to ones extent can any intrude
To stop my wrath, my dress of dark blued
Lace, With painted sadness and torture
Just like the kiss of Klimt
But to one desire may one cause
A pain so great that made laws of
Fury, that ended that blue dress and
Made one of flower and hope painted white


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