A shadow appears
It's darkness compelling
Like moth to a flame
Your poisonous musk entices me
I fell into the dark abyss of your eyes
Trapped by your sweet lies
Each step closer to you
Is another seam torn apart
Your frozen heart
Became the only warmth I've felt
I know not about your angelic sins
Yet I danced with your demons
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Sometimes we know we are going to dance with a demon but we regret it at a later stage. A nice description of an experience that had bitterness in it.