Mermaid Songs

Entirely Entitled to Everything
She saw,
She grabbed it all
In her hand.
She built a castle in the sand,
with the starfish and the moonlit jellies.
She crafted with her mind, and let her hands do the work
They pleasantly played - as the mermaids inquired.
They sang songs, enchanting and endearing.
The creatures of the sea, watched from afar,
Awaiting their death- as they yearned to be ashore.
They watched this girl, build her castle in the sand
They prayed and they tried to swim to the land.
Her hair was long, and wavy
and saltwater kissed.
The curls were swirled with golden hues, and strands of crimson.
She was kissed by the sunrise, and stood nice and tall,
The songs of the mermaids, inspired her to
Dance.
She danced barefoot, and naked, but covered in tan
Her body was free, she was one with her land
The earth hugged- and kissed her,
As mother and child.
She danced, and she sang, and even spun for a while
Her body moved in ways that the creatures hadn't seen,
She was a free spirit, joined by the land and the sea.
Her eyes captured love and lust from afar,
Mermaids fell in love and sang
She was beautiful; and demonic- Since she craved lust from them all.
She was stuck inside freedom, and demon at best.
She was a succubus by night, and an angel at day's rest.
She loved and she fed, off the desires of those,
Whom watched her dance naked, to the beat of her drum.
Soon, the sun rose, and she brushed herself off,
And laid in the warmth, with no worries at all.
Where night met day, and day grew fast
She became balanced, but she knew that it wouldn't long last.
By nightfall again, the creatures would creep,
And the succubus inside would be ready to feed.

Empty Handed

And when your world crumbles in, you'll wish that she held you like she used to... The way she held you before you told her to stop.
She tried to save you when your head was barely above water, to prevent your body from drowning
She reached for your hand, but your stubborn nature left her empty handed.
She cried and her tears filled the sea with specs more of saltwater,
So you blamed Her.
She just loved you like the sun loves the moon,
And like the flowers love the sun.
She adored you.
But you left her empty handed,
Empty hearted.
She cried for you, as your heart was proven stone
But you screamed out hurtful words to ease your own pain at the expense of hers.
She was turning into a stone cold statue at your glare...
But you left her empty handed.

She took one last breath in attempt to grasp for your hand, before you went under
You looked into her pale eyes, stone face and laughed.
Inhaling the saltwater you drowned and
She turned to stone
You left her empty handed

Frail

She was a beautiful girl
Fragil, yet strong on the surface
Frail, yet beautifully broken
Sometimes she swollowed those pills to forget,
But the always made her remember...

Under the Gun

Her eyes told a story that not a single soul knew...
But the bits and the pieces remained askew,
Amongst a few.
The curtains had closed, and the audience aplaus
Echoed through the theatre, she knew them all.
Each single one.
Convinced, they clapped, and cheered as she screamed
Inside of her head, she was merely a fiend.
Some would say better off dead.
She opened the curtains for one final bow,
Their cheers and their banter stroked her ego-
While she raised her brow.
In curiosity of what may happen next,
What would her next story be? And would it be the best one of her future legacy?
She deemed them insane, while she was the one
Who was mentally unstable
And under the Gun.

Again

Have you ever wondered where the evil inside us
Derives from?
We all have it,
But we chose to suppress the demonic force.
She is so enticing, so alluring, and once she grips you
Goodluck breathing.
Her grip is so tight that you see stars, and
Swirls
Of
Color.


She is beautiful and makes you feel at home, yet
she tortures you with your own actions.
You pull and push until you break.
Until they break.

When they break, when you break
She is convincing.
They are at fault,
and she makes you
Make them
Believe it.

Calling out your name
Undeniable lust
Nothing to say
To those you've scarred.


Her grip, it loosens, but she still has you on a tight leash.
You gasp for air, and smirk
She whispers to you, "Let's do it again..."

She Is.

Joy is in my words, in my heart
You live on.
Joy rushes through my veins, pure blissful waterfalls.
Suffocating in a summer breeze, your love enriches me.
The sunshine pushes her way through the hydrated clouds.
Their water pure, yet distorting vision
We drink her,
I drink her in.

She is swayed by the seasons,
For no reason at all.
Her story is perfectly imperfect.
She taunts reality, with her dreams,
For they are her truth.
She spits in the face of doubt.

When you drink her in, your mind gets fuzzy,
When you taste her skin,
You lose track of time.
When you catch her gaze- your words dissapear,
She is beautifully
Mentally
Unstable.

She is dressed in satin,
Yet made of fire
Her eyes scream crystal beauty-
Of the deepest seas.
Her skin tastes sweet, yet
Intoxicating you to the point of no return
You take it in, she is
Dancing.
Sweet sin, she is yours.

Sculpt

I am so close to warmth
Once again
Eternal Warmth
in your
Arms.

You are so close,
Yet millions of miles away
Your voice like an echo in an empty room,
yet filling the room
Max capacity.

My heart is yours- my body is warm, at the thought of your touch.
I reach for a sugar coated smile,
But once you return it will be engraved in me.
Chiseled like a sculpture sculpts his masterpiece.

Make me your art,
Mold me with your hands,
Inflict fire on me to twist me in ways you please.
Let your fingers guide my body,
Into pure ecstasy .