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Legends themselves are nothing but fable,
so feeble.
Given the power to make great change and spark major curiosity.
Such atrosities,
those who bring to light what legends fortell,
I'm very scary, or so it seems; I'm really very sweet. Look past my writhing snaked and look at me: my beauty, my grace, my kindness inside. Ha! Now I have enchanted you forever with my Medusa vibes.
Clinging to the whats left
she hangs in the dim lights
and waits, just waits.
For her next prey of theft
there is no fight becuase right
outside is another innocent face.
Another face,
Clinging to the whats left
she hangs in the dim lights
and waits, just waits.
For her next prey of theft
there is no fight becuase right
outside is another innocent face.
Another face,
i wish i could breathe galaxies:
feel stars on my tongue,
pepper the wine-stained lips
trapped on mine.
with constellations swirling in my lungs:
Am I really a monster?
I mean, I don't think I am.
So why do people always
Run?
They do not actually run.
What I mean is mirrors break,
No one else is as pretty as me.
You can’t compare to my beauty.
My lips are red as rose,
my hair so golden it glows.
No one else is as pretty as me.
Every day, every night,
Viewing himself in flattering light.
Which filter will win?
Takes forever to decide when its all about him,
Pride is a deadly sin.
Obsession will take you,
there is no escape,
