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.