A devious Casanova
In disguise
As a knight in shining armor.
His eyes scream deciet,
but his voice whispers refuge.
An icon of self-indulgence.
He looks harmless,
Yet he feeds on innocence.
Choosing the angels,
Not the rebels.
Known as the bad boy,
He plays the part well.
Promising the girls a world,
That doesn't exist.
Putting them on pedestals ,
Forcing them to do his bidding.
Rewarding them for doing it well.
Waiting until these girls come crashing down,
From their alter in his mind.
Throwing them out,
Undead and shunned.
Leaving a trail of broken hearts,
In his wake.
Whispering his lies to his new victim.
Don't believe him, only listen.
He puts his crown of thorns,
On her pretty red hair.
Saying she's the only one he will ever need.
She bows to him, eyes sparkling.
Pleased to hear his praise.
Fake or true, she doesn't care.
She'll take what she can get.
Watching her step,
Walking on eggshells.
Not wanting to set off,
The violent, sleeping, demon.
That lays within her lover.
He gets her whatever she desires,
as long as her gets his fix.
He'll do whatever his princess asks,
Until his fix is cut off.
His fix is trust and love.
Unbridled trust.
Unadulterated love.
That's all he asks.
Question him once,
Prepare to die.
For when he thinks something is changing
He turns violent, mean, harmful.
Beware that devious Casanova,
For you could be next on his list.
He will come off sweet.
But under that mask,
Is a demon waiting for its next kill.
