You left me on the verge
The verge of bursting
Like an overripe fruit,
Swollen; ready
Ready for you to
Take the first bite
Sweet juice ran
From smooth flesh
The first taste
Always exquisite
But you left the fruit
Forgotten in the kitchen
Now hungry flies crawl
Over  bruised skin

My heart a burning gem
You cracked open
Once again
Whilst yours
Smolders within
Her hands

Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.