Eyes that entrap senses,
A violet swirling demise,
Surging like a storm,
Clashing likes waves forbidden,
In a tango so beautiful, so hidden,
Like desire, Like demise,
As one their voices rise.
The waters, dark and deep,
Swirl with all their majesty and mystique.
Their voices a chorus of longing,
A beacon of hope and love,
They sing to your inner demons,
Words to soothe a wounded soul.
Oh! Feel the pull,
Wisdom’s words alone,
They are an anchor,
And life a swirling storm.
Passion fills wide,
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Their vices rise,
Quenching and filling they guide,
Not a rock in sight.
See, Come, Hear, Taste, Feel!
One tastes the tang of a lover’s lips,
Another a long lost hand in theirs feel.
One hears an old dead voice sing,
Another a vision clothed in beauty sees.
Their whisper in your ears,
Deceptive voices building on your dream,
Matching, and marching, and singing,
Forward! Forward! Forward!
You forewarned fool.
Leaving behind safety,
You impale yourself on rocks hefty,
Water replacing air,
Yet you remain lost in their majesty.
Unseeing eyes catching a glimpse of blue skies,
Earns still ringing with lies.
Some hear a mother sing,
Another fall in love with a luminous being.
They feast on your dead, drowned remains,
Float you to them,
Their songs never wane.
A steady rise,
Never a flattering falter,
Never a waver, nor a fall
They call you to your demise.
Singing as the death toll does rise.
But, oh lost soul,
Is there a better way to go?
What better than another chance to fall, to say goodbye?
Feel the pull! Jump! Forward! Jump! Fall!
Feel love, hope and glory,
Even as you, meet an end gory.
Laugh, love and live,
Last moments with beautiful lies they fill.
With mercy and hope, they kill.
Come oh! Weary traveler,
Sail these seas,
Follow the siren song,
Let it fill your heart,
With its numbered beats.
The glamour! The allure!
In arms beautiful.
Fill your ears with lies,
Dreams unending in dead eyes.