Siren
My fall will be for you The clock ticks. Ticks, ticks, tick-tick-ticks. And it won't even yield to me. Why do I willingly indulge in such folly? Why do I repeatedly admit these waves my being? And as I had spoken, so it has inevitably become. I cannot... breathe. I cannot... see. And as the depths intoxicatingly draw me forth my hand fails. And I reach no more for the surface. My life will be in you Embraced by the water's fleeting warmth. So overpoweringly present... yet its existence eluding my grasps. And my throat blazes with overwhelming thirst. And I see. I see the plains aburning, The mountains weeping for her fallen kin. And the waters no more than folktales. There I lay. Clad in flesh of the moon. Smiling. If you be the one to cut me Still I wade into the waters. Still I dive into its choking comfort. What folly. But I say now. For all pain and death forthbringing I WILL GO. To my severement. To my cripplement. To my pain. I'll bleed forever. Now, on to more literal issues. Ah, yes. And I say now, if there be anything about me that ignites curosity or question in any of you, I impore you, Speak! For I will answer to that which has been willed. So hide not your... abstractions... from willing ears, For it is rude... No? No, my hearing has not improved. And no, neither have my studies. For how can one study when knowledge eludes even consciousness? My memories... Will them away... please... May I never recall your faces ever again. Poor, Sweet, Innocent Thing.
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