Poetry

Desire The Siren

Desire the siren screams for me, she shouts my name but her need is my burden, and her want is my shame. Desire the siren clutches to my weakness, she listens for my despair and clings when I am deepest. Desire the siren haunts like a shadow in a one window room, she is so small yet so filling that I feel no space to move. Desire the siren drags me down when I am already in the depths of the darkest well, she pushes me towards unknown regions and places me in hell.

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