Succubus

Her young heart was somber, bleak with no life

She was beautiful with her gleamy eyes

Her simple words hurt more than a sharp knife

Auburn hair as precious as the sunrise

Her soul was no longer sweet, it was vile

The small innocent smile, which lasts for days

Her sinful touch was wicked and was wile

Denim jacket that ends with many freys 

Her angered gestures frightened her famiy 

She moved with such beauty and simple grace

Her devilish laugh, not sweet like candy

Future forward trying to win the race

A picture is not what it always seems

Dig deep and find the truth and what it means