sirens
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We weren't singing for you
We aren’t posting for you
You call us vane?
Yet you picture us this way
In your mind
Made us look at ourselves like
The Siren Bachelorette
From the producers of The Bachelor and The Island of Dr. Moreau
Comes a new series; a dating show
That fights for survival, while fighting for love.
Basking on raggedRocks, amassed with smashed wrecks, theseCreatures, lure ships, thatPass their abandoned cove, withDeadly, beautiful singing
The sirens are heard coming from without these four walls which enclose me.
And all I can think about right now is Tacos, it is Tuesday.
It could be that those sirens I've heard belong to an ambulance
The sails have risen
with the sky painted crimson,
and the water reflecting its reign.
I hear singing, I hear it ringing,
I kill myself
Slowly but surely
Because I delve
Into black lagoons.
The darkest depths
Swaddle me, surrounding
Who comes to help you,when you are dying?Who comes to help you,when theres a fire?Who comes to help you,when your on the highway and bust a tire?
Catch the stars my dear,
I’m only wind, unable to save you.
Floating in air, no desire to catch you.
Slurring my words
Your essence has caught me,
The lightning has struck me, again.
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls
--Margaret Atwood
Sailors who come near our island
find out voices sweet and irresistible.
Ashes to ashes. Stardust to stardust.
Not something you can take with you
Exactly
But not something you can easily
Relinquish.
Grow claws just to clutch at it for a
As the sun sets, and night start to sit,
There is a home, a very special home,
With a mother and father, a sister and a brother.
A place where they come to know,
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