I tried to pretend I am not what I am as Lucifer whispered on my lips His breath paralyzed; my ability to stop was gone I have swallowed every boy I was ever near digesting love mixed with tears assessing the damage against myself I remain whole My will is gone I can no longer fight His tongue is inside my soul like a dagger, it strikes at my wounds the layer He penetrates is already torn My eyes roll backwards I know Evil is taking over My heart has crumpled like petals from a dying rose beaten black and wrinkled I fold. 05/06/2005
05/06/2005
flow of the last stanza; nice. a little plathish in the first line of the third stanza. a bit more jeannaish the rest of the way. pretty well done overall. i like black rose in the title.