Vicious Smile

By Reece Lopes

When she smiles, it hurts my soul

I feel a scratch but it dugs a hole

I look around, i see a thousand wounded men

I look deeper, i see a hole in them

A thousand wounded men and me

It pains us but still we see

See an angel walking by

With shine in her eyes

Body like a goddess that has put on a vicious smile.

And that smile, oh that smile

Those cherry red lips 

Those mirror-like teeth

That structure of the smile

I can only imagine tasting like a fine bottle of wine.

I see her walking past by me 

Now my heart seems to be at a distance 

But i cannot go close

That smile can kill than

Its proof lay ahead of me

A thousand fallen men. 

By Reece Lopes