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Disguised


I always thought

You were my diamond

In a pile of coals.

But just a wolf

hiding in sheep skin;

you devoured my heart

there it sits - 

Pulsing red and bleeding

out your lies.

Do you even know what you've done!?

Do you even care,

bewitching my mind,

howling at me,

your sweet moon.

Poured false belief false promise

Into me.

There is no future for us.

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