siren

sparkling light calls out in the empty room, will o’wisps dance in the air
softly singing voices, odes to love, of escape, lure in the unexpectant fool
the sweet smell of flowers, pollen heavy on the breeze, impossible to deny
follow us down, follow us down, away from care and worries, where dream is at your fingertips, bobbing on the surface of the fantastical hellscape of your mind

running full sprint into illusion, unheeding of cackling disaster underneath
still they sing, the brackish waters of despair crash against the steadfast desire
into forever, silken hands that pull you below the surface, to late to see the delusion
follow us down, follow us down, away from care and worries, where dream is at your fingertips, bobbing on the surface of the fantastical hellscape of your mind

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