curls of a succubus
and smile of a dork,
lure me into the siren's hold
and devour me with your sweet song.
i'm sailor lost at sea,
a sailor who jumped head over heels into the ocean,
not caring to notice his ship was burning,
not caring to hear his fellow mates telling him to come back,
to rethink.
i should have plugged my ears with wax and avoided the strong temptation.
i should have made them tie me to the mast and wait until we passed by to cut me down.
i should have,
oh dear,
i should have.
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
Thơ caVent Poetry Warning: Strong language Trigger warnings: Schizophrenia Self Harm Abuse (physical, verbal, and sexual) Gore
