This one speaks for itself.

Devils Smile

The devil hands you a bottle and you take it with a smile.
You canít wait to open it, I must say, heís got style.

The first sip takes your guard as you start to unwind
And by the last drip to drop heís finally made you blind.

As you canít see what heís after, and you canít see what he needs
Heís just getting you to love him so he can sow his seed.

By now your soul is undefended which he canít get till he has all you own
The life that mum gave you so donít you dare think its only on loan!

Your mum suffered and scraped to control her life and show you how
She left this place hoping for the best, but my god if she could see you now!

So realise who holds the bottle before it hits your glass
Now you put up a mum fight before youíre on youíre ass.

And silently drift off into the distance
With your stubborn and selfish persistence
And all the while the devil smiles, no way is he sad
As he devours your soul, your life, and everything you had.

Copyright Peter Williams 2021

Poetry by peter williams
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Written on 2021-04-20 at 19:06

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks for posting Peter,
Well worth a read. regards Alan.

Hans Bump
Right on point. Shows the evil seduction playing out to its revelation. Thanks for the piece