Green Eye’s The Devil’s Trade

Green eyes, the devil's camera,

she raged with wickedness deep in her soul,

tasting the forbidden pill of lust and greed—

now she can never be freed.

A vivid weave of desire unfolds,

each thread a whisper of temptation,

her passions interwoven in chaos,

where beauty and darkness entwine.

Once a flower of innocence,

now a lady of the night,

her heart heavy with sins,

the devil had abused her,

silencing her cries with silver and silk.

Men use her like a fleeting shadow,

each touch a reminder of what she’s lost,

each transaction weighing on her heart.

What spell does the green eye cast,

pulling her deeper into the night?

She cries for God, a desperate prayer,

but the echoes return empty—

it’s too late, she knows,

for she has fallen for money and lust,

twisted in the embrace of what once felt divine.

Amidst the threads of her fate,

she dances,

knowing the price of this exquisite vision—

forever captured,

forever entrapped in the devil's lens,

a haunting tale of beauty traded

for the darkest of dreams.

Her green eyes watch as her body screams.