You sit on your brazen altar
worshipped as Venus
for your fake beauty
your feigned sincerity
corrupting anyone who listens
to your propaganda
whisks of dyed blonde hair
fall around your face in layers
so common a haircut
and this, so human
your greatest weapon?
I can’t watch you anymore,
so spiderlike,
catch the weaker men in your web
and with well thought out battle strategies
drain of them of every happiness
until they are broken
and alone
And these games are your life
once, they were mine too
but that was a decade ago
now, I have no desire
to play these breaking games.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
You sit on your brazen altar
worshipped as Venus
for your fake beauty
your feigned sincerity
corrupting anyone who listens
to your propaganda
whisks of dyed blonde hair
fall around your face in layers
so common a haircut
and this, so human
your greatest weapon?
I can’t watch you anymore,
so spiderlike,
catch the weaker men in your web
and with well thought out battle strategies
drain of them of every happiness
until they are broken
and alone
And these games are your life
once, they were mine too
but that was a decade ago
now, I have no desire
to play these breaking games.
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