My Beautiful Monster

Your arms are like spider-webs your eyes are cold and dead
your smile haunts me as I lie awake in bed
more tired notions of something you may have said
your hair flows full of despair and dread
worse than Medusas stone stare
the halo above your head is broken and bent
I can't fight the demons, there's no escape from hell
My misery creates your imagery
you and I are the same like symmetry
an out of order sign hangs round my neck
you are reckless at best, now I'm under repair
your skin was pure and soft now you're covered in dust.