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.

Fragments.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.


I wake up,

trapped in reality

and bloody tears.

Mercy!