Angelic Demon

Tattoos are masterpieces of pain and suffering on his perfect physique  
Layer upon layer of shadows expressed in their three dimensional effect  
His artwork slides and rotates with his rising anger  
Coming to life on his robust muscular skin  
I stand magnified  
The bodies he slaughtered for the prize of another soul running through the air around him  
Anger and lust roll off his bloody armor in waves  
This warrior, a puzzle of life and Death  
Turning to stare in his liquid copper eyes  
Raising a pierced brow in my direction  
My body goes taunt in fear and lust  
His souls encircling,wanting to be free, needing to kill  
Knowing I should run but fall under his dark spell anyway  
I'm going straight to hell