*Witchy Hour*
Don't come closer or you'll prick your finger.
I am like a Rose. Ethereal beauty, seductress extraordinaire.
I am like a Vine. Thick, heavy, and prickly. Oh, I sting! oh, I tear!
Don't come loser cause I am a monster.
I see myself as a monster, for the constant pain I feel.
I see myself as a beast, with anger lying beneath the skin.
Under the surface, there is an abyss, a black hole of solitude
A pit of despair, an unlimited supply of tears, mine or yours...
Don't come closer or you'll prick your finger.
I protect my heart, I keep it safe, wrapped in barbed wire.
I protect my soul or the shell of what it used to be.
And I pretend I do not care, and I pretend I do not see.
I pretend I am heartless, cold, and distant,
yet all I want, all I ever really wanted was just...
Don't come closer, I'll break your heart.
Don't come closer, I'll break your soul.
Don't come closer... Or maybe do.
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