Confused-Shoes

Slowly, the deer gave in to my persuasions. Until it realized my real motives and it transformed into a vicious dragon that no heroic knight can ever slay.

(apple-trees and apple pies and Natalie Imbruglia’s eyes)

I ran for shelter. Suddenly i was the prey being chased by a once so chaste dear deer of Artemis. Oh goddest of the forest, why forever deprive me of my sleep?

(old yearbooks and the armani-wearing crooks with horrible looks.)

Her short hair kills me, the deer. A nymph. I am a god-fearing faceless avatar, which in fact bleeds the whole point to senselessness.

(madmen and saracens in harems and prostitution dens.)

I take one look and your beauty stays for five hours, in my head. A glance is all it takes to kill me. Kill me, kill me, I am dead. Why make me shiver in my own disbelief?

(voyagers and molesters all proclaim obsolete pagers are in danger.)

I take a walk, the fire burns me. I take a breath and the smoke suffocates me. I take a drink and the waters drown me.

(old men are brute, vicks does not soothe, carry on with the loot)

I asked the old sage for advice and all I got from him was a powerful punch to the chest. I laughed at how that pain seems not to hurt me anymore. But one look at you is enough to paralyze me. Frozen to the spot, I make me escape.

(sleep into the deep, no secrets can anyone keep, oh, how love is mighty tall and steep)

More days to kill, more nights to rape. I hang on to the false promise of convenience, to the hope of cheerful months to come. But then, all democracies are toppled at some point in time.

(i will check my neck and see the wreck of your effect)

All lovers die. tragically. And it is enought to immortalize them in fairytales. But mine is a mere trifle. Oh, dear deer, Artemis has made you so potent and charming and wise.

(from now on, my dear fella, I no longer will dub you stella.)

I am the Grinch.