The House of Sirens

Drawn to the red light
That exposes, my darkness
The worms, that are my desire
So on my belly, I crawl
Into the chamber of, Sirens
Beautiful creatures they are
On each one, is written a name
Identity
That they've sanctified
Perfected to holiness
Give you their gifts
Leave men soul-less


The, "Madam," takes me by the hand
Leads me from, lust to lust
To disclose what my pleasure is
Time goes by
Many seductive temptations
I see before my eyes
Causes elation, not to their surprise
The air in this place is
Sensual and devilish
But here I'm comfortable
I'm at home in its enveloping shroud
The blood in my cock, begins to make it stand strong
Proud
But I try to maintain, my senses
Wanting only to take the one, that personifies
My weakness
The right one, within which to unload, my gun
With the round from my chambers'
Blood-vessel's
Double-barrel shotgun


There are sundry types of sirens, in this place
Representing, never-ending lusts
That pervade mens dreams
At night
Nocturnal-emissions
Wake-up with, white stains on the sheets
I find them, compelling
Enticing
Energy pulses thru my carnal body
Like lightning


But which one to choose
To release, my need
That's to be revealed
In the next scene