I was in a bar just having a drink. You saw me and of course you thought I would sink. You think you are the superior race. Because, you have a car or a kind, handsome face. I think you are a joke. lacking any real taste. This is your first warning. now leave post haste. You are a mortal, shallow and small. Are you going to cry, Or break down and bawl. You started the game. you would't leave it be. Thinking I Was whore, wanton and free. You came on strong with your slick little plan. Flashing your money, spread out like a fan. You wear polyester And a heavy gold chain. You must be fucked up. You have nothing to gain. I have told you twice. Now, don't be a prick. You are hopeless. You make me laugh, untill I'm sick. I can't believe you are still standing here. Your place is closer. shall we take along some beer. With a cold, but, hungry smile. I wink at the bartender. be back in a while. I pulled him close to whisper and say. I will fuck you once for which you will pay. But, just like clockwork, He was a fool you see. He thought once he got in, no charge, no fee He started to slobber, shake and moan. I fullfilled his fantasies with a beastly groan. The act was over. I had his seed. Now, it was my turn. Time to feed. I reminded him of the warnings I gave. I could feel his fear wave after wave. Which fueled my fire, and increased his pain. For you see I am the one who had something to gain. Your blood and energy my lips will treasure. But, Killing you now , it shall be, my pleasure. But, before you go. No, I am still not through. A warning. for the foolish, This fate could be you. Listen close to what women will say. And maybe you wont hear this. On a night cold and grey. I am an angel by day a devil at night. The spells I weave you couldn't fight. I have robbed your soul and stolen your pride. Tasted your flesh, oh, thanks for the ride. The evil in me will find you my love. It may be in the form of a demon or dove. Don't try to run. There's no one to tell. You had your pleasure, Now Welcome to hell.
Reason for writing:
Scary eh? This is more of a metaphoric poem, it never really happened, but something like that did. Don't worry tho, I don't worship satan... it's just in a manner of speaking type of thing.
Birth sign: Libra
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