Yammering away in shrill voices
Like a rusty nail being driven through my brain
These vapid little temptresses act as though
the world revolves around them.
Such pretty little sirens aren't they?
But beauty hides a beastly mind,
Sirens are known for drowning sailors
and these are no exception.
Flaunting their beauty in our faces
they seem to think we should worship them.
But i wont worship you, Vile harpie
I see inside your heart.
Its blacker than the abyss.
Your forked tounge and your poisened words
may have angered me at first
but no longer will i let you have that power.
I laugh at your attempts to make me want you
I dont want you, i dont need you, i dont like you
You are as vile as a gorgon you nastly little cow.
I have moved on but I see your still the same.
A vapid little w***e with no depth at all.
That is all you are.
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