There was a girl
who sat all alone
made colors from dust
and darkness from gold

Nobody noticed her,
maybe they didn't care
to them, well,
she wasn't even there

Always alone,
never speaking a word
always drawing in dust
and making darkness from gold

Many say she's a freak
but me, I say she's talented,
maybe misunderstood
but that's not her problem

I say this because, this girl is me
The one i've hidden underneath
Who draws beauty from dust
and darkness from gold

Wasting away like a sunken ship,
I wait in the depth, but something's amiss.
I saw a figure, running faster and faster,
taking a dive, landing with ever present laughter.

I watch in awe, as they land on the ground
feeling it shake, in some sort of resound
to tell me they're there, reality and all
so that I may look, and see that it's true

As the waves crash onto shore,
I stand in the murky depths
watching them run and play
with all the others

I wonder what I'm doing here
alone, unlike anyone else
laughter ringing out louder than the crash of the waves
against rocks hidden by the sea spray

As I observe from my perch
on a rock in the sea
dragging my feet in the water
staring with raptor vision from afar

I look at the children playing, with a lost look in my eyes
I dive back down into the water, tears flowing from my eyes
as I sing, the sound reverberates
and the hum of a boat is heard , not too far away

I hear a sudden splash
and right before my eyes
I come face to face with a man
sinking to his demise

I sigh, an unearthly sound in the depths
marred by the sound of the waves above,
and the gurgling of the man below
why must they also come to me so?

They come for my voice, abandoning their post
But when they see me, they understand what will come
I know I'm a siren, at least that's what they call me
For the ghosts of the sailors, are my only company.