long, black velvet ribbon;
its touch blinds me in my prison;
head up high, yet eyes cast down;
only see the stains of one's white gown;
hide your pulse, your heart beat;
layers of mask fills poison sweet;
hide everything, see nothing;
I see above, heaven's king;
Undo this fate, I've been bait;
too late change, unchanging fate;
a serpent's tongue in its simplicity;
I've been prisoner to my toxicity.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
