Gallery of Pain: Medusa by Melinda
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Melinda
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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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