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18 May 2009 @ 10:20 am

Poison charm meant to disarm

Allure and tease

Bringing men to there knees

Breaking them down

Magnifying your ego

With a lens crafted from pain

Distilled from tears

Polished with hot breath

To distract you from

Insecurity running deep

Your violence makes you feel pretty

And tricking the heart

To feel smart

Deceiver of the worst kind

A fool playing with fire

Sparked from the hearts of men

You should rightly burn in it

But a succubus you dampen it

Leaving a husk

And shame

Temptress whore

You are the one to blame

Shallow soul and trite of mind

Vanities slave

You play your game

Nourished by pain

I wish that you would starve