Lying, Underneath.

Daughter of a siren

Death bait, they call me.

A foretoken of the cupid whose heart bears the raging fires of hell.

Cursed with a love always a life away.

My shipwreck soul was taught to sing the most beautiful songs,

to every man on board who sails deep into the watery heaven.

Some nights the hummed tunes of despair become my lullabies

when I swim through the loneliest parts of my heart.

And then I saw you, almost engulfed by the misted air between us.

Your eyes beheld betrayal, and you looked at me like I had a choice.

The wind whispered the conflict between my heart and my mind.

But of course, I was taught to bury all sailors,

well that's what happens when you are raised by sirens.

Delicacy was a forgotten art.

And tonight I almost longed to be all your sins.

Your muffled drowning screams almost masked my mourning heart.

With death clinging to my lips I hope to someday find life a love apart.