-aniexty (the lost Siren)

               
I've died within the same absence of memory              
countless times, lured in and suffocated by silent              
screams, like some haunted remnant from the cries              
of lost Siren, who had somehow strayed far enough              
from home to become victims of their own deceit              
left to sing their heretic melodies with the souls          
of unsung sailors who have long tried to convince          
themselves that the wreckage in the outgoing tide          
didn't really mean they'd never return with the goods...              
               
just as I had never been able to return from places              
where I once held my breath without worrying there            
would be consequences, almost as if I resembled            
something that could be considered alive; now I sit            
and ponder how much time was wasted on a hunch            
I never bothered checking out, simply because            
I chose not to believe in myself, or rather, I couldn't seem            
to find a good reason to care about the fact that my ship            
had found its way to the bottom of the sea              
long before I heard any Siren...  
 
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