Recognize me
In my most angelic form
But do not forget
My devilish soul.
The peeping eyes
Always twinkle
But see beneath it
The lurking darkness.
The pearly whites
Will always flash genuinity
But find the facade amongst the shine.
The beauty will fade
But look at my scars
Always the same
Never wandering from
My skin apart.
Oh we are writers alright,
Killers in ordinary human's disguise.
We kill the soul,
And rip apart hearts,
We become the cupid at times
And fend off the darkness afar,
We arent honest,
We air one's dirty laundry
In verses and muses
Making people think
It is just poetry.
Satire and rhythm have become bare necessities
Oh we are writers alright,
Killers in ordinary people s disguise.
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