Grieving morals

I will open myself
and pour my grieving
morals upon your darkened
soul as I watch you
sputter your nonsense
excuses to me.So freely
you are with your words
of poison as they are
burning your mind,I sit
in a perfect poise.

I dare your wretched heart
to leave the hole that
it pretends to stay.I walk
away tired of your silly
little imperfect games,I
feel no meaning to your
words that fall from your
trembling lips.You forget
I feel nothing from my
being as it was slayed long
ago from another who took
my heart and soul from their
perfect home.

I touch your face trying to
care about the heat that
persist to leave your body,
hidden underneath is a soulless
heartless entity just searching
to be released.You try to
play a fiddle to my band,a
hold you want of my hand,cold
as ice so think twice,I'm not
your vice!

Like arsenic I burn you
to your core,like poison
your words fall on my
deafened ears.I am stronger
than you had suspected! I
am now the one to fear
with an assurance I can
walk away from the demon
that you hide within.I do
not need to be your immortal
friend!Be assured that this
cold haven of sin that I
hold deep within me holds
only my boundaries for me
to see.

Once upon a time you may of
had the chance to control
the angel that once was me!
A dark angel I have become,
you best run from me while
you can because I will never
be what you want.I bleed my
own rules and write them in
stone,like my heart that has
now overgrown with the dark
sins I have learned and been
shown from the devils own.

Walk away while you can,I
will never bend and be weak
for any man that may seek me!
I am the queen of darkness,the
steal that you wish to be,my
heart no longer feels or bleed!
Just a soulless entity,that's
me you will finally see I will
not play your games,I feel no
pain!