My Siren song will lure you,
Into depths unknown...

Tired of the constant irreversible pounding
The surf of my thoughts...

I feel like I'm trapped
Within this box that I have made for myself...

You think you know me,
And maby you once did...

So true it holds to the passion in my heart,
You bring your pen, ill bring my heart...

Cruel, cold, calculating, crisp
Ice, alone, saddness, miss...

A blade of rust, Strikingly thin
A resignation deep within...

Escape into a world of Dreams
Where silver thoughts fill your head...

To write with shadows on the wall
To be so near to see it all...

Inclandesent
Tears...

As the ocean waxes and wanes
And as the sky turns dark again...

I like poetry that comes from with in
I like the deepest darkest places of sin...