Medusa's Hairbrush

Does Medusa brush her locks
With a hairbrush made of fish bones?
Do her children snipe and bite
Till she fills their jaws up with stones?

Does she let her locks slither wild?
Does she wash and oil her poisonous mane?
Does she preen hypnotized in mirrors?
Does she think of herself as vain?

Perhaps Medusa has a stylist
A brave knight with stones for eyes
His fingers bandaged, bitten, broken
His mouth only filled with sighs

Is Medusa's hair all mangled and tangled
Maybe she should tie them up in tubes
But as we wonder about her head
Are we just going to ignore her pubes?



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Don't look at me. 

The Peace In My Darkness

The cracks in my stupid heart
Are splayed open for all to see
The mask of smile is on my face
I wash my dirty linen with glee

The memories are really not worth the tears
My dreams only feed on my fucked-up fears
The world is a broken snow globe in the street
Without beauty, without hope, without heat

Ugly stretch marks of my sins
Are tattooed snakes crawling on my skin
You know I never asked for this
But my head and hands are full of shit

And this, this monkey smiles and stares at me
Sitting in a corner munching on peanuts
I try to chill but I want to kill
Have I forgotten not to give a fuck?
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One must learn to focus, but life is the biggest distraction.

In the darkness, peace lies.

Damn, someone should get this line tattooed!
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