The air around her hums with electricity
His hairs stand on end
He's captivated by her beauty
But there's something beneath her surface
Something disgusting
Something ugly
And it wants nothing but him
And he wants nothing but her
She pulls him into her cold embrace
Her skin is tough and hard yet smooth
Plastic
He stares into her eyes
Bright as a million tiny suns
And he sees whatever he wants to see
Love, companionship, happiness
And in that tender moment he finds himself
Trapped
Alone forever
With her
It wants him
All of him
His wealth
His health
His real love
And his family
It wants nothing but him
He wants nothing but her
She sings the song
That created our world
That created our society
That rules our lives
It sounds like whatever he wants it to
An angelic choir
A calming orchestra
A prophet's visions
Or the roars of a violent battle
That's the one he prefers
His family can only stand and watch
Watch him grow colder and colder
Trapped in her arms
Staring hypnotized into her eyes
As he separates himself from them
From outside
From his friends
From them
He has her
She has him
And his friends have their own sirens
And his co-workers have their own sirens
And the world has its own sirens
And they're all held in her plastic embrace
Basking in her glow
All hypnotised and swaying to her eyes
With tears rolling down their cheeks
Soon his family finds their own sirens
They shut themselves away from each other
They hide with the rest of the world
And sobbing, they join her in her embrace
Wanting to feel loved
By someone
Anyone
Anything
So the world will crash against the rocks
And be stranded
On the siren's shore
Forevermore
YOU ARE READING
Letting it Flow
PoetryLatest: Abyssal: Lonely I'll be, under the sea. Collection of my thoughts, feelings and all the stuff like that put in the form of either bad poetry or bad mini-stories. Either way, read it and call me a weirdo, I always liked being called that.
