Fiend

Dark are the deeds,
of a wickedly convincing fiend.

Lovely are the spells,
conjured by enchanting lips.

Those gossamer voices,
called to lay my weary head.

A warm bed and soft touch,
the place where I lost my will.

I was always sorry in the act,
of my endless voided apologies.

That pain I saw in your eye’s,
is a guilt I found in dirty sheets.

But truth in the dreams of a man,
who’s held inside this wicked fiend.

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