Consistent in my Wickedness

Consistent in my wickedness
Machiavellian in my doings
I planned your torture with meticulous precision
I baited and teased you
Tormented and withdrew
But what I hadn't foreseen
Was the angel in me

At first glance, you appear devoid of probity
your violence, rises like a murder of crows to the sun
devious, beastly, savage, your passion mesmerizes me
somewhere between my shadow and my soul lies a secret
I am plush with desire for you
curiosity, drives me to madness.

I bring you to the edge of light
You wake me up inside