THE WEEPING SIREN
atop a kingdom of stone she sits
she screams blood and weeps gasoline
there is no mercy her fear drives these machinations
in 2000 years what has ever mattered
intricate lies woven on the tapestry of time
like white springs that follow the death of winter
trapped in her vineyard the light doth not creep thru
her poison wine inebriating me i am hers now
her song would lead me to my death
and there Id march blindly
she only weeps to be held to love and be loved
ohh blessed siren how i long to be
the one who makes it closest to thee

my deadly siren sing me to my doom
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