You are not innocent.
Far from it.
You have every man rapped around your finger.
Binding their soul to your heart.
But never holding strong enough to hold their heart to yours.
For a heart
one that is pure and rich in love.
Can see the poison and venom
written in yours.
You are a devil,
coated with wings of an angel.
You wear a mask to hide your true face.
You lead every man
to believe your sad song.
To see a face of pain and sorrow.
But all you want is pity.
I will no longer serve your purpose and give you a face of pity.
You may call me a demon
a cruel monster and dark mistress.
Yet I am the only one that sees your true colors.
And the monster you rally are.