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Immune to her glare
That beautiful stone casting stare
Enchanted by her powers
I gaze at her eyes for hours
Her eyes are marbels of pure perfection
Mirrored soul reflections
That speak, she is not evil, just possessed
By a curse that cannot be but to rest
Her snake hair starts to hiss
As I lean towards her for a kiss
And when our lips meet
My heart she defeats
I am in love with medusa.
That beautiful stone casting stare
Enchanted by her powers
I gaze at her eyes for hours
Her eyes are marbels of pure perfection
Mirrored soul reflections
That speak, she is not evil, just possessed
By a curse that cannot be but to rest
Her snake hair starts to hiss
As I lean towards her for a kiss
And when our lips meet
My heart she defeats
I am in love with medusa.
Literature
Emo
"Why do you cry over such the littlest things?"
They ask.
"Why wear dark clothing all the time?"
They ask.
"Why must you bleed yourself all the time, you pain loving freak!"
They say.
"Wouldn't you too if you were put down,
Had shame thrown upon you over anything you do,
And no one there to lend a hand?"
We answer.
"Why bring color into such a sad, sad world?
Do you not see all the pain people endure,
Are you that blind to the light before you?
What if it is just our style?"
We answer.
"Do you not know the suffering we put up with,
Day after day,
Week after week?
We all need a bit of distraction,
And don't think of it as u
Literature
Your scars...
Are you happy?
Do you see the scars you have caused me?
I can't stand it! You're the one,
who drove me to drive the blade in.
I want it to all to go away
Leave me alone. What can you do
nothing?
You cannot save me from this.
I have already fallen too deep,
too far,
and too long,
To be protected anymore.
Close your eyes, feel it leave you.
Walk away, feel it burn.
Feel it close in your emotions forever.
Forever they are with you.
Your scars...
Literature
Know Me
feel me
i am coarse
rough like scar tissue under soft hands
smell me
i am sour
like rotten fruit in the hot sun
fermented and bruised
see me
i am grotesque
warped and twisted in upon myself
covered in scabs of pain
i repulse nature and wither man
know me
i am fear
darkness hardened to a point
sharp like razors
under the nails of hope
i pry, i prey
and you may taste of me
lick every drop of acid
as it leaches from these pores
become drunk on the insanity that soars
i am the fear of gods
the bane of devils
i am woman hear me roar
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