Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Medusa by Melinda

By Melinda
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Tags: melinda, poetry, poem

Tired of affection
Torture to dangle
Always neglected
Emotion to strangle

The Siren of evil
Each day a waste
I'm calling to death
So lure me with haste

Sick from the sight
I long to take part
Begrudging the one
To last touch my heart

Her calm, winding arms
They're pulling me in
Her long, wind-whipped hair
Lashing hard at my skin

Bored with the routine
The love in such eyes
Of false empathy
And everyday lies

Once clear and blue
Now bleeding red
Twisting the vision
Of truth in my head

Her soft, golden tresses
Flicker snakes in the dark
I offer my limbs
My flesh soon to mark

The serpent's temptation
Calls me so near
Sink your fangs deep
Venom draining the fear

Her stare so demonic
Blood crimson does pour
She'll turn me to stone
Pained emotion no more

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