30 May 2012
She's ghostly pale, With tapered limbs, She waits beneath the sea.
She sings her song, With thick-lashed eyes, Directs that gaze at me.
Bewitching noise, Sculpted cheeks, Her perfection is unreal.
Fixating voice, Ruby red lips, I strive to seal this deal.
She pulls me down, With soft white hands, Through water and beneath.
I only watch, With glassy eyes, Until I see her teeth.
Razor sharp, Feral, wild. Nothing as I saw.
Monster, beast, Inhuman thing, Not the queen she was before.
Siren.
Siren. • Opuss № I