She keep's on going back for more
To feel the grief and be pain's whore
Disease ridden and paranoid
The thing that dwells inside the void
Something inhuman, a twisted soul
Who earns naught but to work for coal
She takes away for it's own sake
And often wishes not to wake
And all this with her smile worn
To laugh and joke at her own scorn
Inside she's made of blood and bone
She steals Medusa to turn to stone
Please tell me what you think
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i love this poem
my fave lines are the last couplet:
"Inside she's made of blood and bone
She steals Medusa to turn to stone"
its an amazing poem, cant wait to see u and and hang out, keep writing -
awesome. I liked this one mucho. Especially the last two lines: it was rather clever (but then again, I speak of you
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