Who knew misery could be so appealing?
It's beauty can be quite revealing.
My misery had deceiving blonde hair.
And lips to be honest just wasnt fair.
Her eyes would pierce my inner being.
This caged animal needed the freeing
My heart leapt at the chance to beat.
But damn her and her sensual deceit.
Now I feel as though her ultimate goal,
Was to make me hate myself down to my soul.
She pulled it off with utter perfection,
I know this by the absence of my reflection.

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