Siren Call

Siren Call

Call me the reckless, wandering fool
Paint me a picture of this world
Ingest the pain, cold and cruel
All the colors begin to swirl
And I, your unknowing tool

Call me the forgotten and the damned
Save me a place among the fire and ash
I will sit and wait on golden beach’s sand
My body beaten, bruised and bashed
Your light my reprieve from this land

Call me forlorn or call me broken
Shred me to pieces for laughs and jokes
Tear me apart with words unspoken
If only you knew what your presence evokes
I’ll gladly give my heart as a token

You can call me whatever you will
Just so long as you call me still.

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Posted on January 28, 2014, in Dark, Love, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I especially like ‘save me a place among the fire and ash’
    http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com

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