Imperfect reflection of the chaotic beauty.

I am imperfect,
I am flawed
I am everything,
And i am nothing.
I am someone,
Am of course,
No one.
I am a reflection,
Of a shadow,
A whisper,
A silent echo.
That only a few can sense.
I am a goddess,
borne from the red moon.
I am a succubus,
Deep carnal desire.
I am a heathen,
A sister of the devils army,
I am an elemental,
A sister of earth,
The Angels stand at my side,
The devil along for the ride.
I am perfect,

The soul of the devils soldier.

My dearest devils soldier,
i dreamt of you last night,
So bitter and angry,
that i had put out your light.
You hissed at me,
and then you fleed,
I couldn’t fill your deep need.
I’ve dreamt of you all this week,
a reminder from the devil,
That you were never mine to keep.
Each time evil in your face,
As you realised, finally
I had left without a trace.
I hope, one day you’ll see,
It was the only way for you to be free.
I let go of the string,
That connected our souls,
In the hope that one day you’ll know, you’ll get,
A life without a regret,