A Siren Calls

Standing on the edge,

I sway, and I spin.

Waves crashing,

I feel the rush.

The end is a sweet siren,

like a lullaby.

A bloody tear rolls down the cheek,

soul torn.

So many times, shattered,

so many times, mended,

piece by piece,

drop by drop.

Forsaken by Heaven,

hell is afraid I will take over.

Death will be a blessing

after 10,000 years.

The sun rises,

I am set ablaze.

I am free,

I am bliss.

Catch me.


Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

I wake up,

trapped in reality

and bloody tears.


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