The Lucifer Effect
Sometimes I come across this creature Wandering in a transient cave in my soul.. The fugitive seems harmless at first encounter And slowly turns green, venomous and foul. Honest but brutal, her love is often misgiven.. She carries flowers vibrant and delicate From the cactus she bred in her lonely garden.. And lends them to the one confused delinquent She begs to nurture but warns of the torture Because Oh!! Flowers wither but thorns thrive.. And they'd give you wounds that last forever Like a wicked curse until you survive. She pleads guilty of her vile words Love was all she ever wanted.. But she only found the rustic swords Alas! My soul remains haunted.. ×_×