She was made to sin in Poetry

The music plays softly
Inside her diamond eyes
Her hips
Command the winds
She looks above
For hope
The sun sets
And darkness falls

Her shadows become demons
Hypnotic
Deceptive
And demonic
Captured inside
The mirrors of lust
Slitting her veins
Praying heaven
Would show her the way

Her appearance
Is angelic
Her voice paralyzes
What I might say
The stars crash
Into the earth
Then the sun rises
Out of the ashes
To provide her rebirth

She is a mysterious lie
Divided by time
She is a beautiful liar
So impure
I pray for her heart
Not to fall apart
I pray for her soul
To see the truth
About what I’m talking about