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We weren't singing for you We aren’t posting for you You call us vane? Yet you picture us this way In your mind Made us look at ourselves like
The Siren Bachelorette From the producers of The Bachelor and The Island of Dr. Moreau Comes a new series; a dating show That fights for survival, while fighting for love.
Basking on raggedRocks, amassed with smashed wrecks, theseCreatures, lure ships, thatPass their abandoned cove, withDeadly, beautiful singing
The sirens are heard coming from without these four walls which enclose me. And all I can think about right now is Tacos, it is Tuesday. It could be that those sirens I've heard belong to an ambulance
The sails have risen with the sky painted crimson, and the water reflecting its reign. I hear singing, I hear it ringing,
I kill myself Slowly but surely Because I delve Into black lagoons. The darkest depths Swaddle me, surrounding
Who comes to help you,when you are dying?Who comes to help you,when theres a fire?Who comes to help you,when your on the highway and bust a tire?
A melodic longing for what cannot be
Flashing lights, screaming sirens. heart stopped, panic
Catch the stars my dear, I’m only wind, unable to save you. Floating in air, no desire to catch you. Slurring my words Your essence has caught me, The lightning has struck me, again.
the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons even though they see the beached skulls --Margaret Atwood Sailors who come near our island find out voices sweet and irresistible.
Ashes to ashes. Stardust to stardust. Not something you can take with you Exactly But not something you can easily Relinquish. Grow claws just to clutch at it for a
As the sun sets, and night start to sit, There is a home, a very special home, With a mother and father, a sister and a brother. A place where they come to know, Some information not easily shown