A feeling unlike any other,
A moment without any bother,
A realm with no scent,
A calm feeling under the water tent.

Roam with me,
I will show you places,
Swimming through the weeds,
The water has many faces.

Follow the voice,
It calls for you,
Do you have a choice,
Is it numbing you?

You hear her voice,
She calls for you,
Is it worth your while,
Do you feel it go through?

Take her hand,
Do not let go,
You are now,
Where the sirens roam.

She sings a song,
Will you join along?
She teases you,
Will she come through?
You open your mouth,
And suddenly,
The Siren had killed you.

A feeling unlike any other,
A moment without any bother,
A realm where you feel no dread.
The numb feeling of being dead.