Sirens
Piercing my ears with their song
folding atoms into other dimentions
murder by voice
making everyone's choice
clear
to die
to die harshly
most pick the second ineviteably
because they dont believe
parcially
the sirens finish their song
believing we're dying
we begin to scream as the volume keeps on rising
why is death so unsatisfying
is it because we aren't dead
so i still feel the pain
our arms rearrange to those of a bird
realizing the siren song was the best that i've heard
us sirens wish to reach that level of beautiful
beginning a hum
then ending the harmonizing screech
staring among the headless trophies we've beached
a siren's voice is beauty
all primped and perfectly tailored
ours is not
i guess we'll just practice on these passer-by sailors
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What Lies Within
PoesiaFor now it is just one singular poem but I am sure this book will grow. Poems MOSTLY about crushes, cause that is all that is going on with me right now, but ya.
