The Siren’s Call

Each morning that I wake up,
I’m closer to being free
Each breath that I inhale
is one closer to my last

When death finally knocks,
I’ll probably run and hide, (but)
From a distance I hear the siren
She’s calling me to die

For now I’ll let her sing
I’ve a few things left to try,
More songs to bring together,
Silly poems left to write

But the dream will never leave me
She lives too deep inside
Whispering sweet nothings,
restless thoughts to cloud my mind

 

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