Malevolence
Heaven sent or malevolent?
I simply could not tell
If you’re an angel of the Lord
Or a denizen of hell.
With golden locks, a smile sweet,
And eyes of baby blue
T’was easy for the likes of me
To quickly fall for you.
Or at least for each new promise.
Like water they did flow,
Permeating all my skin
Before reaching far below.
Your words; Purely polished silver
Or something just as sleek
For you exploited all of me
And then left me feeling weak.
For some reason I ignored it
Or maybe I was blind
And only saw the angel face
That a demon hid behind.
Heaven sent or malevolent?
I sadly now can see
That you’re no angel of the Lord;
Just a devil devotee.
Go on. Wear your shining halo
And all its golden light.
‘Cause we both know that halo’s glow
Dies out quickly in the night.
Copyright © Christopher Berry | Year Posted 2012
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