Behold the Sirens,
Those faceless throats,
Singing with iron spite!
I will grasp my yearning eyelids,
Hold the truth to my tender ears,
Lest my senses be blacked out by glorious lust,
For then would I forever be close to the dust,
Forever embracing the tide with nothing left to dress me.
But see how their skin becomes a haze
In the brutal shine of their distorted nails!
I beg you, Sirens, retreat with your bones
Or I'll fall down blind.
You'll swarm upon me
And all at once
I'll implode.
