a poem by Nele Brack
sirens singing sweet sweet songs
making you their weak little prey
sirens wanted you all along
knew you would take this way
sirens are fed up with you
with your whole entire pack
when you do the things you do
what did you expect?
on this stormy summer day
your fate is set my dear
mens flesh is so sweet they say
especially when in fear
you gaze upon the youngest skin
lick your lips and show your tongue
dont you know thats all a sin?
are you still trying to run?
sirens know everything you did and said and felt and thought
so nemesis is here to play
shes not going to let you go
without making you pay
Sirens will make you see
you really made your own bed
we’ll drag you into the deep deep sea
of all the tears you made us shed
