The Siren

She's got all the seeming of a siren
Sleeping calm and idle on an island
Tempest-tossed, with one eye open
A faint voice emanating hoping

I recall
I had the human nature after all
The kind that aids in both our rise and fall
Couldn't resist surrender to her call

Vibrant, so lush
Alluring timbres
Sea-winds did brush
Passed my bold crush

And in the wind some kind of wiseman draws on and explains
That you, my friend, are going straight to hell
Well, everybody dies; even you and even me
So for now, I feel like taking time off and be free

It smells like shame, but who's to blame?
I'll climb the hard steps to you all the same
The bait looks ripe, I want it now
I'm not mindful of the morrow anyhow

She's got all the seeming of a siren
Gazing towards me, calling, always smiling
Innocent, tough mischievous and silent
Pleading for me to be her reliant

And in the wind some kind of wiseman draws on and explains
That you, my friend, are going straight to hell
Well, everybody dies; even you and even me
So for now, I feel like taking time off and be free

I had the skills to rest the mournful crying
I even conquered a sea so violent
It was dissuaded, I kept defiant
All for you, it got me skewered by a trident

And in the wind some kind of wiseman draws on and explains
That you, my friend, are going straight to hell
Well, everybody dies; even you and even me
So for now, I feel like taking time off and be free