His deadly disciples.

The unsuspecting population of Man

Dreams constantly reverting back to incredible innocence of undying love
But memories of betrayal hurt the innermost sanctum of this soul.
Her creative smile never showing compassion or emotions for this being,
Blackened in the art of deception, cloaked by revenge to unsuspecting spirits.
Treachery loomed to deceive without the slightest warning, or fear of God,
This dark angel forever feeding on fresh victims, devouring their wealth.
What travels amongst us upon this earth to warrant such turmoil in life?
Did Satan send his minions to walk among the unsuspecting population,
Or only to place me in eternal punishment and everlasting torture
From this wrath of one of his deadly disciples.

gw

Reviews

[Deepwater]

A woman and the treacherous abstract

[olla]

so It begins.. one should always begin at the beginning.. you have used some really good phrasing here.. but I can't tell if you are talking about a treacherous woman or something more abstract..