Sweet Sirens With Murderous Intentions

Like the siren’s song, You are drawing me in Spinning your webs of Intoxicating tendrils that Caress at first, holding you close, Whispering in your ear, “We will be together forever.” Drunk with the ecstasy of her promises, Enraptured by the feeling of power Coursing through you. But the most sinister inventions Are often hidden behind the sweetest smile. The soft caress becomes an ache, Starting at your core and working its way outwards; Where life once flowed now lurks The pallid pulse of death, And the spiderweb becomes a pit Of pitch-black quicksand Pulling you down, Filling your mouth, Your lungs, Blacking out your vision, Your consciousness, Sinking into the fathomless oblivion Of death’s hypnotizing embrace, But not before you hear That whisper in your ear Held tight in a vise As your blood turns to ice “I told you we’d be together forever.”