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Hades Siren
Belladonnic poison seeps from your eyes, like an electric serum of Venusian alchemy, one that paralyzes my sense of pride. My mind oscillating, alternating, your gaze, annihilating. An infusion, Uranium radiating me into half life, as I look up small to thee. How can you be my painkiller, stretching rack, healer, and a killer clown surgeon with a knack for stealing autonomy? Your touch burns with the fires of Purgatory, a solar cycle casting elemental ghouls, in a rogues gallery of impish valkyrie. Propheting in New Moon phases of alignment's interferon mightocon cell mining, beaming morse code anecdotally- You dress me in the dark's fairie mood ring-collar- manacle- you cause me to wear in my captivity. Endangered in the midst of your wilds, from your strange type of phi that echoes from the voids- enchantress- third eye. I flop like a fresh caught fish in your net of silk, patterned telepathy. You are a siren, a villain- bewitching the stormy seas- to shipwreck adventurous souls and harbor them on your oasiatic Isle, Circe? So why do I feel saved, even in your captivity. Turn me into a fattened pig, then, do as you will, but be the truffle of my descent as I forage for delicacy.
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