The Glass Basilisk

Denying the change, Your lipstick clutched tightly, But beware my dear those empty promises may leave you broken and deranged, An erratic arousal from images of the high and mighty, Worshiping an ivory tower existence complete with hollow halls and launch pad balconies, Remain wary of your left hand's desperate grasps to hold dear, The haunting spectrum of a phantasmal queen demanding to be revered, Her basilisk gaze locks you in place, Hold your breath and keep your composer when she approaches, Crawl under your bead utter every prayer flat on your face, Do you feel her burning gaze, Frenzied appendages grasp desperately at your heart, Your eyes brimming with tears depicting a world through a satin haze, I urge you to escape your prison, Let your instinctive fear overcome rational convictions, Gouge out your eyes sever your limbs, Best to forget how to walk than serve as a slave to your body's whim, Anything but appeasement death before betrayal, Fight tooth and nail for every inch regained from your forced betrothal, Never forget that the fabrics of your existence were wrought with flesh not reflective glass.