Chrysaora

Is this a tentacle or did the glass play with my sight And made those arms break against the wall In a refraction And fooled my perception Seems to me the more I watch The less I feel the warmth She makes it cold and sweet And then I know that I I am paralyzing So I go dadadadada And she goes dadadadada And if I’ll have to keep my eyelids closed Then I will be blind And still feel your gaze Still feel your hair creep like a snake Oh I know you’re terrifying my eyes again But I’ll watch this time To fill your void To see how you’re gonna ask for more So I go dadadadada And she goes dadadadada