Medusa's Stare
It’s that feeling you get
When you stand in fear
Motionless
Frozen
Coldness draws near
You don’t know what to do
But you keep staring
As they stare at you back
Into these deep dark eyes
Its a mix of many feelings
or even a few
The feeling of stone
Locked in your shoes
Fear
Hate
It's all coming clear
Could this last stand
Be your fate drawing near?
Your feet are cold
Your legs become numb
You can’t feel anything
Not even the tip of your thumb
You stare into that face
Because it’s the last you will see
It’ll take a lot of effort
Just to get free
It doesn’t matter where
You will feel this glare
This is what you call
The Medusa's Stare
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