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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Shrill

She was a siren
She lured men in and trampled their spirit
She sang them lullabys 
And nursed their wounds
Getting him well to be torn apart again
She lives with a stone heart but says she will melt for you
Lust is used as a key
To unlock your honour
The siren never thinks of her sins when she causes her damage
And you will be persuaded to join the wreckage
You will have to be stronger than black coffee to wrestle yourself away
I never have trusted a siren
And like Tori,
I am also not one for a prissy girl 
You would shudder to think what she does now that youth is no longer on her side