Slinking along the crust of the water ball
Itching for a new pet’s drawl
Alive at the same time is all
a siren thinks of a new lover
We don’t really need to discover
Lies about one another
When experience is the objective
A little sickness is a directive
A useful sensory perspective
Is all a siren really needs
If her silly prey feeds
Off concepts like chemistry and believes
In controlling chaos
When locking lips is just fairy floss
he’s ready for riding like empty rickshaws
The brutal truth of his being
Is that it’s temporary as the fleeting meaning
Of fire light in front of ashes screaming
good boys can survive being drowned
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