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.
Delicate Feral – Bambi-Rose Woodward 