The Song of Sirens

Broken bottle dreams and dagger edged promises cut deep.
The song of Sirens steer my ship.
I’m helpless.
Addicted to the melody.
I need the poison.

It’s like fire and brimstone giving me hugs and kisses. And thunder and lightning running through my veins.
It’s like waking up in hell but not wanting to go back to sleep. It’s sweet pain and the feeling of doomsday in my tummy.
It’s hate wrapped in pretty paper and sophomoric logic with brown diamond eyes.

Lyrical lies and feel good beats move me.
Spinning all around, reality is madness.
I hum the aria.
And the chorus goes on.

Broken bottle dreams and dagger edged promises run wide.

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