Siren Songs

Oh and how they sing to me.
What does it mean to listen?
If only for a while...
What could it hurt to hope
To believe all that i want
Could happen again.

This is an old poison,
From ancient and fouler days.
When blood was cheap
And love the same.
When the quiet thinker
Was in awe of the worlds
Shallow state.

I feel its presence
In my veins.
It runs in cycles
From my heart to my toes
and back.

This baptism is contrary
To all that I can bare.
A man of God cannot
Endure such blatant
Disrespect to love.


And the music plays...
Leading me along
and forcing me to see
That Im still not done with this.