dear euryale, tell your sister i'm sorry.

{i still wear her decapitated dreams.}

ihatethewayilook.
why don't you go and [fall] with the other pretty girls like you.
so pretty. so perfect. you bring me vertical deceit.
plaster the makeup and harsh words and conceit.

you want me--
"bitch, your soul!!!"
there's no room in this place for harlots like you.

so SCISSOR across this throat perforation...

    [...whisperedlieswiththemascarasmeared...]
    your serpents have decayed--
    i find it better if i scream...

          [...so why don't you...fake your way out of this one...]

THIS IS SERIOUS AS A FUCKING HEART ATTACK.
a heart with twice the luck you'll ever have!

[unattractive]
unless you look from the right of all these different angles,
and then as an Aphrodite, or Hera...
until the lines collapse and your love for me fails...

for the nectar of Eros is beauty.

that is why i die daily.