Wicked

You are like a star that shines upon us all,
Creating a flashing light that reflects in everything you can see.
Deep scarlet eyes full of hatred and passion,
That stares at me like if I was the meaning of adoration.

Your deadly cold gaze obliterates my existence,
Hurting my soul and at the time giving me love.
Making me bleed until I'm almost dying every time,
Using your bright and perfectly carved dagger.

The dagger of war, the weapon of slavery,
Your wicked way to show me that you care for me,
Feeding your soul with my passionate feelings.
Drawing in my skin the darkest beastly mark.

Abandoning me in the middle of nothing,
Until I fell asleep tired of waiting for you to come back,
With my most anxious desires claiming for your presence.
Until I felt the contact of your skin with mine…