Medusa Eyes

Artificial niceties have never been my mask,

Dousing fuel on the fire, hear it speak for me.

There’s integrity in the flame of a forbidden task

Loyalty rises from ashes of pitiful destiny

Once warmth from your lips, a whisper turns cold

Your joy in my prosecution remains untold

Cursed with Medusa eyes and a habit of exile,

As I called for mercy, I caught you smile

When I looked to you, your smurk turned to stone,

I’m sorry, sweet girl, that you were left alone.

Turning to fire as she crumbles away,

Still dancing in the smoke of yesterday.

My heart’s erratic, my ribs are glass,

An acidic tongue, my mind like a riot,

Bleeding spells from the horrors of my past

Your fraudulent care worn to keep me quiet

I sit amongst the rubble of those I saw before

Smashing the poor souls of my array

Asking to be held, but my stare pleads for more

Bringing myself to dance alone, blooming from our decay

Cursed with Medusa eyes and a habit of exile,

As I called for mercy, I caught you smile

When I looked to you, your smurk turned to stone,

I’m sorry, sweet girl, that you were left alone.

Turning to fire as she crumbles away,

Still dancing in the smoke of yesterday.