A poem by Hayley Turner
The face of evil isnât always transparent.
Evil isnât the monster lurking under your bed.
Evil is the seemingly harmless allure hiding in plain sight.
Isnât deception the most beautiful, yet lethal weapon?
A ticking time bomb?
Yeah, thatâs a good fit.
When it finally explodes,
Your fate will be set.
The moment youâre invited in,
All logic is thrown out
For the bliss that resonates beneath your skin.
The empty promises gradually begin,
Everything from âjust this onceâ to ânever again.â
False charm mercilessly strings you along
While every ounce of control you had is long gone.
Youâre soaring along Heaven,
Hell-bent on not getting lost.
But Beware.
High-strung delusion will never last.
The ecstasy turns toxic,
It vanishes abruptly fast.
The instant it leaves,
Youâre left for dead;
To happily deteriorate in the darkest depths in your head.
The crash and burn will be enough, right?
Wrong.
Antagonistic desire always reappears,
Only to call your bluff.
Finally, you fall.
Funny.
Choosing to live ended your life after all.
The apathy conquered
The entirety of your essence.
Although youâre physically with us,
Never again will you be entirely present.
A masochistic disease
Accompanied by vehement distaste for a remedy,
Courtesy of the monsterâs lovely deceit.