I feel like i'm trapped in a memory
one that increasingly changes
shifting like the change in seasons,
one moment I am in spring time,
alone in a field of flowers,
feeling a cool breeze through my hair,
while the sun beams down on me,
warming my bones.

The next I am plunged into fall,
amongst trees and falling leaves,
there are no birds here, they've all died,
so the forest sings no songs,
it breathes, but on its last breath,
into winter,
barren trees,
snow up to my ankles,
and deer lay in pools of blood,
tongue's sticking out of their mouths,
all the beauty has been ****** dry.

I leave the forest in search of something new,
only to come to the rocky waters,
at the edge I would listen to the siren's call,
As I work my hands through to make a bra from seashells, seaweed,
and twine.
They beckoned me forth,
to the edge of the cliff,
wishing to plunge me into the deep unsettling waters,
to **** my life, and my dreary thoughts from me.

Oh what a wonderful life it must be,
to be void of all thought and emotion.
I left the castles, and the forests behind me,
to find serenity by the water,
where I have always felt I belonged near,
the smell of salt water filling me up,
my feet coated in sand,
while I dreamed of something better than this,
but at most,
I found mountains, and dying trees,
and the wolves with sharp and jagged teeth.

Their claws digging into me,
ripping me open,
as all the beauty in me poured out,
pools of blood the colors of the rainbow,
the acid melting my brain,
devoid of all that I once knew,
because truthfully it never mattered anyway,
and at that moment I found myself standing on the edge of the cliff,
I jumped off into the air,
meeting the waters below,
the siren finally won,
taking my body,
plunging me into the depths,
the water had become my home,
forever more.