Siren
He was a siren,
His song tortured my soul,
But I followed him blindly.
He drug me further out to sea,
Promising to never let me go,
With one swift motion and a sly grin, he released my hand.
I sank for I was unable to swim,
The treacherous waters swallowed me as I took my last breath,
I saw him smiling.
I sank to the bottom of the ocean,
With his smile in my heart,
Wanting him even more.
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