Of Honey and Clovers

If sirens were real

I would be one

My hate for men as deep as the sea floor

And to hear the call of the sea 

Only a true broken heart could hear my cries

Watch as I sink down slowly 

Whispering my darkest regrets as I drift into the abyss

By now you would think I have drowned

But wait, something can be heard from the deep

I arise anew as I sing a tune only you could hear

You find yourself drawn to me and the sea

May my voice be the last thing you hear

As you float down

May you drown