It's been dark lately.

There's an object laying
In a small lavender box,
Behind a picture on my bookshelf.
It hasn't been touched in years.
Its been calling to me.
Pretending to be a siren,
Silver and shiny,
Longing for my blood to drip on it.
Singing that it's the only solution.

It's been very dark lately.
I'm terrified.