My Mistakes

July 29, 2012
Sirens take in those who fall for them,
As I have taken over and over again,
The love drunk follow to be destroyed,
I’m the same if only less.
The siren takes certain prestige over me,
They can take life without regret,
While I eat their soul and cry inside.
Take a chance with me,
Take a chance with a steep fall,
Give your unselfish love,
And get the pain I will cause.
I tried before to stop,
But I need the love,
However ill-gotten it may be,
To ruin again and again.
Let all credit not be to siren,
But also to a succubus,
Because as I draw in, I tear out the soul,
And leave her to dead…

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