Evil Love

A whisper soft, like venom's kiss,

A shadow cloaked in fleeting bliss.

Eyes that gleam with wicked fire,

Drawing hearts into the mire.

Promises spun, a silken snare,

A love that blooms, but strips you bare.

The sweet facade, a mask so tight,

Hides a soul steeped in the night.

A touch that burns, yet pulls you close,

The kind of pain you crave the most.

Chains of desire, you cannot see,

Binding you to cruelty’s decree.

It feeds on fears, it thrives on pain,

A storm that rages, then dies in vain.

Yet still, we dance to its cruel song,

Knowing the steps will lead us wrong.

Evil love, a paradox deep,

A dream that haunts your waking sleep.

Beware its charm, its siren plea,

For freedom lies where you let it be.