Siren

I'm writing me out of myself
Putting it all to rest
If all else fails
I did my best
On my blow hard horn
Warning all
Of the coming storm
That I read about
On the Internet

I wonder how much is true
If I turn off my computer
They can't attack me
With what I believe
They use
To attract me
Would be a reprieve
Giving time
For me to deceive
And then to take my leave

To whom am I speaking
If not myself
Can it be you
Or somebody else
Standing on detours
Which take me back a bit
So my mind flits
Between your sheets
And fits
With a beginning