Castaway

A bitter taste known to eyes and lips
Drawn from the song of the siren's kiss
Roses pinned to bare lapels
The sky cries with them

Lost in the midst of a siren's song
Beauty at a glance but sorrow futher down
Ship lost at sea will no longer return to thee
A pyre is lit for those forgotten

Salt soaked waves lap at the shore
A bought of fog where they shown through
Their song is over, said and done

So why do we still hear them?
And why do they tell us to run?