The Sirens are in love with me.
I’m digging a hole so deep,
I’d rather continue to dig and dig and dig.
The calm winds bring thunderous predictions.
Bicycle rides send mixed signals.
The Sirens send backup.
A victorious guilt has won,
But I fear the next day.
The snowflakes come swimming in on May 1st, 2013.
I’m a lost body browsing for comfort.
The Sirens reach their destination.
A collection of material items,
Will only irritate the burn.
I haven’t lived for one billion seconds.
My mind is trafficking against my will.
The Sirens have won.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
The Sirens are in love with me.
I’m digging a hole so deep,
I’d rather continue to dig and dig and dig.
The calm winds bring thunderous predictions.
Bicycle rides send mixed signals.
The Sirens send backup.
A victorious guilt has won,
But I fear the next day.
The snowflakes come swimming in on May 1st, 2013.
I’m a lost body browsing for comfort.
The Sirens reach their destination.
A collection of material items,
Will only irritate the burn.
I haven’t lived for one billion seconds.
My mind is trafficking against my will.
The Sirens have won.
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