I Write Poetry

My Demon Eyes

You could pass me on the street and remain clueless.
The bloodshed caused by my demons most ruthless.
The gnashing of bones on gums of the toothless.
I tell you no lies, can’t you tell by my demon eyes?

These honey orbs see what you do not, sweetheart.
I see every soul, every demon and every dark part.
I’ll ravage your body like a poison cherry tart.
I tell you no lies, can’t you tell by my demon eyes?

Riding around on blackened arc angels wings.
My voice like that of when sirens do sing.
I am a queen who doesn’t need a king.
I tell you no lies; can’t you tell by my demon eyes?