the siren.

follow my voice
i'll promise you everything
sanctuary and freedom, a beautiful song
listen; and forget everything from before 

be swept away.

i am temporary.

you can't settle here
waves crashing against the rocks
no sweet melody can ever hide 
that there is something better on the shore

the land will always be more promising.

this mortal body will sink
flesh picked off by predators and prey alike
i was a temporary bliss
my bones lie on the ocean floor.

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