As the moonlight hits the dark inked ocean of my mind and memories
Deep in that sea, under the stars of the night
The fellow mermaids meet.
Sirens created through the pain of abuse; shaping and moulding them simultaneously into beauties
Now they wear their crowns of thorns and emotional disdain with little to no shame
My own crown, made of Ivy, so green it becomes blue or black, if you see me clearly
The Lilies of another mermaid’s wreath comfort me
In our pain we know beauty, but never peace or sleep
For it is when we are full of our sorrows that we return to the curse which is this ocean
Calling out in our pain; yet our vulnerability draws the lust of men
In hope that their souls can bring us some worth
Many of us fight as Mermaids for their lusts
But as dawn draws near, we often remember the plight of the Siren is already a lost cause
So we toy with our prey instead
Taking bits and bits of their Freedom, till their weaknesses are exposed and they have no more worth
But soon, when the motherly affection of the moon hits the ocean once again, you’ll see the ocean in all its doom and hear our beautiful cries calling you to your death.