Sing little siren,
your songs of sweet sorrow,
the hours you've spent preparing for this moment,
crafting the illusion of a goddess.
Flutter your eyelashes little siren,
flash a smile brighter than a lighthouse,
grant the passerby a false sense of security,
draw the ship in closer.
Sing softer little siren,
leave them hanging on your whispers,
reach out to them,
pretend as though you want them so.
Play your game little siren,
watch the boys come closer now,
don't stop luring til they're crashing,
til their hearts lay mangled and broken on the rocks.
Laugh lightly little siren,
your jaded heart takes cynical joy in the demise of innocents,
somewhere inside you know that you are ugly,
but you'll pride yourself on how well you can pretend to be beautiful.
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