As the red mist descends.

Once upon a dark dark day,
a devils angel fell to play.
Her tattered wings no longer white,
torn to shreds no good for flight.

A crumpled mess of broken love,
she wonders now if that’s enough.
Falling tears on the earthly plane,
wondering how humans don’t become insane.

As all the sins of long ago
softly start to flow and grow
lust consumes her telling soul
as Satan cums to take her whole.

Karen Hayward ©2016.