The Medusa

She is a saint
Her womb is a place of rejection
She washes her perfect skin quietly
And hates me for being real
Kill the lights
Listen for noises
To give you away
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
I need a place where I can feel
«It's like we’re all locked up in little cages
The ceiling is closing in
And the walls…
It’s like walls are closing in
Can’t you feel that?»
I will turn my eyes away
I will not turn into stone
No
More
Accuasations and lies
She’s spreading her self
Flesh giving way to flesh
I watch her bones
I’m being eaten alive
Remove the eyes
Remove the eyes
Remove intentions and kill the lights
Her eyes are the blinding line of fire to where I stand
Her love is as cold as her desire and I’ll never be free