They Call Me


The watch me as my hair slithers and they tremble in fear

This head is filled with so much pain

This body, beautiful but broken

They try to build me up

But brick can’t hold forever I tell them

This heart stone cold, I wish I could stare into a soul

Without making them freeze in fear

I don’t mean to be so evil

I wait and sit for the day a man would come to slay me

Im sorry you are threatened by my presence 

While I’m the one

Living with the burden of another persons doing 

I don’t mean to be so poisonous 

I wish I could stare at you and not lose you forever 

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