Weak deceivers

He made me stay,
I couldn't deceive,

He held my hand with plead.

The touch of steal,
Lay deep within.

I would bite his head off but it's just too damn gorgeous.

I tried to turn away,
from that wretched curse,
the gold writhing under the emerald,
those soulburning eyes of his.

I didn't allow myself to scream when he was asleep.

The freefall of his tears were easy,
A cluster of my movements,
he watched me in deep agony.

His puzzle was easy to play,
The last vicious piece of love was hate,
Was me.

He made me,
he made me stay,
I just couldn't deceive.

I would kill him but his blood was just too delicious to waste.