The Wicked Never Rest

Rose petals fall so softly;
Breaking through the morning light
A voice with notes like a piano,
Brushing lightly across your skin
The poetic words are but whispers;
Whispers filled with venom
Calling you to sin...

Beauty waits so patiently,
With eyes that watch from every shadow
It creeps in while you are sleeping,
With the silence of a dove
He whispers to you while you are dreaming;
Hypnotizing you into an ever tainted love

The darkness sets a trap,
And peace is your snare
Every night, your soul is rotting;
Under his ever infectile stare

Habits are his henchmen;
Coaxing your eyes to close
Haunting all of your thoughts
Breaking all of your concentration;
Causing your defenses to erode

He will always be waiting;
Taunting you in the night
As his grasp tightens about you
Your strength is breaking;
forever begging you to give up the fight...