wicked

wicked

hidden behind this placid face lies the wicked
seldom seen nor shown often almost forgotten
etched by a demon acid dark time has inflicted
tied taut deep in the bone lying and misbegotten
as reasonable words emerge from tightened lips
misconception is built upon acceptable gestures
while far from eyes surge the venoms that drip
the soul without a guilt testing different textures
evil thoughts reach the desperate and the weak
desires greeds and lusts sheltered by clear skin
impossible to beseech as all reality turns bleak
coated in ancient dusts and forever filled in sin
times pass the mirrors glow accepting reflection
concealing secrets all know from the conception