I am the lost soul no aim, nor goal but to wander
and to see the world.
I am the dancer freely prancing oblivious —
in my movements.
I am the blood rush that you feel when
you hear my siren song, one of the nine
muses made by the gods to inspire.
I am the narcissist messiah that in each of you
will soon be found or brought out
I am that scared little girl left
scarred and dirty.
I am the embodiment of the abused yet
I am also the stars that shine brilliantly
in the night sky.
I am the lonely yet you will see me
I am the girl surrounded by people
I am Aphrodite
I am Erida.
I am the sweet nectar you inject
into your mortal veins only to
have it sucked out of putrid lips.
I am what leaves the lines between
fantasy and reality beautifully obscured.
I am your addiction
I am the I am.
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