Nefarious Bliss

Dear prince charming ,

Don't you know she bled ? All the 'i love you's' between your cigarette breaths were the only lies said.

Dear prince charming , don't you know she smiled ? with knives in her back much like a girl gone wild?

Dear prince charming , don't you know you were her only light? but it wasn't her on top of you last night.

Dear prince charming , was loving you such a crime? perhaps that's why they say , commit full-time.

But , my darling she was true to her grace-the villianous kind.

She was born in a living starlit nightmare,the most impossible to find

Aftermath of brutality , never looked this lustful.

You did always say , she was quiet the handful.

Because you bled red , they say murder is an art ,

The knife was her paint brush , perhaps yours was where she'd start.

To take away a life , is to play god in the devil's playground

you wont be laughing when your angel is hell bound.

It's not a love poem , but a book for those walking with a bleeding heart.

After all , hell is a writers bedside table and heaven is a completed draft.