Jackie_Cane (37)

Black-rimmed specs and cherry lips
Her gaze draws blood in little sips
A party girl I am, she claims
But what, I wonder, are her aims?

A wild tornado of guiltless mirth
Nothing matters on this earth
Ripping hearts as she goes along
A vessel of the Sirens’ song

The question is, is she to blame
for all the souls burnt in her flame?
Or is it those who sought with lust,
blindly flew and turned to dust.

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