Monday, November 14, 2005

My siren's song

As I drove a needle unto my flesh
To mask my mark of shame, my mark of love
I cannot but recall how beautiful life was
And how fucked up it is

A roller coaster, life is
That ends where it starts
Soaring heights and abysmal drops
But it always ends where it starts

I move on, oblivious to what surround me
Half dead, and not alive
Flesh calls, and call it does
A call I heed, a call I shun

Flesh calls to flesh
What a song, a siren's song
I heed its call, driving a knife unto my flesh
To mask my mark of shame, my mark of love
Heeding my siren's song

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