Sing, sing, Siren...
Sing songs of irony.
Bring harmony
With every note wrapped in a trace
Of the succulent lips that adorn your face
As they escape your gasp.
And throw these Do-Re-Mi's
Within my aching grasp.
Mind hall decorated with
Melody underrated.
Echoes of cloudshine.
Beams surround my
Darkest brown eyed gaze.
Release the cows that graze
On my intrinsic grass.
Slash them with broken glass
And make them bleed their once believed
Black and white fur red.
Make them hear all the goddamn nothing I said.
And put my bluffing to bed.
Stuffy... head...
Lucky... meds...
Get to...
Fuck me... dead...
No more...