A desolation is creeping up, I see the slithering snake, gorgeous creature, it thinks ‘here comes the dragon.’

Your eyes I follow,
The gargoyles start rushing, they vocalise
“Away, o,
From spell and rapture
Break it now, shatter the vase.”

A string was attached, like puppet and puppeteer. Master and animal. Unmet l*vers.

I took you seriously until you crossed the line, I pushed back and you thanked me.

What have you done, O demon?

The gargoyles projected you out of thin air and consumed your flesh right before my eyes. This did not help. Made it all worse. They kept trying and failing. They may come after my memory, just to save me.

They are the gorgeous creatures, you on the other hand belong to another category.
I am astonished. Why don’t you keep away?

I am to avoid spilling blood before her time is up. I must keep it in.

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Tonight I was Danae, I believe it is almost always an act. Women have been actors from the very beginning. No stream came to me. I witnessed it, but it is not gold.

I shed blood, sweat and tears, I became increasingly sad, I doubted myself, I rejected the act as it happened, I decided I did not want it anymore, that’s when I burst out laughing. You laughed too, confused.

I just looked at you through and through. But what am I looking at? I don’t know anymore than you.

Abandonment pains me to think about, I feel the dagger of a lonely night brutally impaling me, I cannot have it again. It sits right next to me waiting sometimes, like it has all the time in the world just for me.

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I go back and forth, day and night. I am prepared, or so I think.

This is not fun to me, it wears me but I will put up with it. Pleasure is to be found somewhere else. I am glad I know.

You dont always want forevers.