Left alone in a ponderous chasm
I hung on the brink, after my onanism.
It appeared comforting, the darkness below.
Yet, the light above was where I wished to go.
I slipped softly, as I became a victim.

There the sounds of a siren formed.
Slowly. Melancholic. The unabridged storm.
She called and called. And I walked towards the rock.
Yet, it did not pain. She smiled. Our eyes were lock.
We walked away. Created a cliché, from lack of conform.

The darkness greyed. And fear conceive.
Two depths split, merely to deceive.
Confusion reigned within me.
Little daggers, though, reigned externally.
Strong in thought. Did not know what to believe.

Flash of green! Flap of wings!
Inebriated confession and lesser things.
Mind to mind. Soul to soul.
Such as sirens in the night, I was told.
Flee! Flee! Ensure you disappear to the fringe.

You intoxicated me, siren.
My mind, soul, heart. You put the fire on.
Infect and distract, you notice the muse.
But sanity, broke, shock. The two depths would never fuse.
There I lied. On the floor. Waiting for my sovereign.