The sirens are singing such violent songs, signaling that once again I have done wrong. My mind has been breached, my shores are not calm, but what can I do to silence their calls? They speak in poetry, metaphors for the harm that I've caused, and I can't understand their verse. My ears hear their words but my thoughts refuse to follow along. My actions show that I have not learned a single **** truth from the last time that I was burned, and all I can think is how good it would feel, to be fire again and know that I am real. I can create but I cannot touch the realities, yet when it comes to destruction I can ruin with comfort and ease, I **** every piece of the world that I see