Suicidal Siren

Icy cold snow white skin, in this game she cannot win

a siren of the deep blue sea, she softly cries and pleads to me

her fins and scales are torn and tattered, but to her that does not matter

all she wants is to leave this place, an eternity of pain on her pretty little face

doomed to sing death to passerbies, her voice a melody like a lullaby

come with me i quietly say, i can show you the easy way

i give her a razorblade to end the pain, her blood spilling like crimson rain

she looks to the stars with her fading sight, not for a moment putting up a fight