Sirens

 
I should've heard the sirens coming  
The clarion call of catastrophe  
Should've said no when you asked to see me  
They say you’re all bastards  
Born of bitches and bred to kill  
Didn't believe 'em.
Couldn’t help letting you get your fill  
I surrendered, let you slaughter my identity  
Along with the rest of me  
Made for my body you fit as a key  
My lips made for drinking    
I drank the wine of you so easily  
You said you were here to tempt me  
To assault my integrity  
To arrest my loyalty  
For crimes committed against loves’ authority  
 
Did you hear my Sirens?  
An ancient melody from the deep  
A rhythm of insanity and fever dreams  
The call of a starving creature meaning to feed  
Half woman and half beast  
Something born of smoke and sin  
Something beautiful yet broken within  
A singer of seduction, an artist of chaos  
A maker of rain and lust, a breaker of trust  
I am the exotic place you go for release  
Slightly toxic, I am the Lotus flower you love to eat    
The power I let you have is a drug and a weapon  
Put me in handcuffs and I’ll keep you in heaven  
 
I craved the blue rapture of your safety  
The warm embrace of strength, a stoic figure of sculpted beauty  
I wanted that other reality, a sanctuary for my depravity  
A place where your hands on my neck feels like gravity  
I cycled scenarios, asking the universe what it could mean  
Wishing you to share me like some heathen Queen  
Finally submitting to the desire for another version  
Where I am your possession  
A wild thing you could tame  
Kept in chains and fed pleasure when let out of my cage    
A subject or even a slave  
Certainly a detainee  
 
So wrong, how I’m drawn to you  
So wrong, how is it not the purest truth?  
Un-explainable is the rarest kind connection  
Nothing in common, no reason for attraction  
No world where we live outside of the late nights stolen moments  
No home we make, no shared life events    
Yet still I want you in the worst way  
It’s something I can’t deny or erase  
But baby, were you only in it for the chase?  
For the conquest of one more broken soul  
For a different kind of control  
The one a lover holds over another  
 
I don’t believe I’m the victim  
A tragic case of manipulation  
Nor red flags thrown in distress  
When both sides are not playing their best  
I believe you’re scared of your own feelings  
Of it getting too heavy too quickly, of desiring an oddity  
Wanting to live on vacation and finding it easy    
Joining the circus and running away with the freaks  
Pressure to promise something I don’t seek  
I believe you’re scared of what you know doesn’t come around everyday  
A person who matches and meets you with both comfort and intensity, so you say...  
There’s too many differences  
The echo sounds like my bad decisions  
What differences matter in the night?  
When all we want is to feel is alive  
It doesn’t have to be right  
Only needs to feel like something we’ve been deprived  
 
Should’ve known this would happen  
That I’d be left alone in every direction  
Seeking some drop of your affection  
Thirsty and too tired to drink  
Set aflame and extinguished  
Obsessed, so much I can’t think  
Should’ve known you’d make me a crime scene  
Sirens blaring in the background as I lay bleeding    
 
For My Midnight Sgt. 6/14/23