I am trying to save you
You'd die if you ever got a preview
I'm not like those stars painted in the sky
I'm the question without an answer for why
I'll only drag you to the darkness
Feed on you until you're worthless
I'm cold-blooded, equally bloodless
Staying away from me is the best
I'm that camouflaged song
You won't see what's wrong
Until you've lost the light, dimmed, becomes your sight
Without might, like a broken kite lacking the power of flight
You won't be able to scream by then
It'll come unawares, the end
Trust me, you'd hate me
Regret bitterly that you loved me
For fate calls me the daughter of horrible
Adorned in the attire for only the terrible
It was this thing, love
That made me this tough
For I was given the skin of ugly as punishment
Banned from the luxury of emotional accomplishment
My heart is likened unto a frozen stone
I'm now called Medusa, the cursed one
If I were you...
I would run!
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
