Like a siren he drew me into a layer of infatuation
Before he drowned me in the waters of ecstasy

I’ve been contemplating in the shadow of his wings
And I know if he kills me, he’ll only be saving me

His painful whispers torment me beneath a full moon
But my diluted subconscious howls out for more

This abused Beauty has fallen for the misunderstood Beast and
There are no talking pots to change my mind

Because in the end he will always be my God Zilla
And my heart is will always be his Tokyo

 
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