Medusa - Fleeting Touch

I sit, here, lonely,
With only my demons for company,
And the pale, hard husks of my past lovers.
I walk through my garden,
Stealing cold, empty kisses from their lips,
Missing the warmth I was given in youth.
They call me a monster,
Curse my dusky scales and snakes for hair,
But they still come to me, with open arms.
How I long for those arms, the fleeting warmth of their hard touch.
I did not ask for this,
Is the death of those I love a reward for vanity?
I would gladly eat my words whole to give them life again.
Am I really a monster
For wanting to feel like a woman,
For giving us pleasure, and then stealing his soul?
My name is a terror,
I know they will say they tried to kill me,
But I know the truth, and the feel of my lovers' fleeting touch.
I am a monster in body, but human in heart.