The Moon Faced Siren
Water in my ears from a shower in the past, too wet to ever get dry.
The weight of my soaking hair. Pulls my gaze... down.
Drip, drip the punishment for foolish engineering.
Steal from the plate, I thought I would, just take my fair share.
Just get enough to make it fair.
Bruised knuckles to settle the score, and I lose.
Broken wishes, falsetto dreams. And the wind blows.
My temples are hot, my skin so cold.
I'm getting old.
In the distance, in thunder I hear voice, no a flute.
It sounds so innocent and true. But is it real?
Too many wolves in the fog, to tell.
Too many hungry dogs.
Fair lady, sweetheart, sing for me. My wounds hear you.
I sway in place.
Sweet siren, call my doom. Face like the moon.
I want to know why you whistle this direction... Danger is real.
Danger is real.
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