Damien
He watches me with soulless eyes.
His hands are cold as ice.
His lips kisses my beating pulse.
He knows what he actually wants.
I never would fall for a demon's heart,
for I've seen his darkest desire.
Though I know he planned for this.
for me to fall into his trap.
His caress sends my body a flame.
My heart fills up with shame.
Why did he decide to torment me?
When did I become his sacrifice?
No, Damien!
Not this way.
Why me?
Tell me exactly what do you see?
Your red gaze will not make me submit.
I cannot be what you want,
but somehow, someway I'll be here in the end.
Somehow I'll be your slave.
Copyright © Reva Mae | Year Posted 2016
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