Screams of a perfect siren

Oh how I love the way you control my breathing.
Forcing me to follow your rhythm and lead us into oblivion.

My soul has succumbed to your siren like screams that enchant my very essence of being.
My soul.
But you are of the purest of evils darling, for unlike the Sirens your body entrances your prey as much as your chilling song.

Under your spell, death is something that I shall never fear.
I only live for your vile corruption, covering me like a casket dragged down by the sea into the abyss we call life.
Cradling me into an endless slumber that I will one day find to be death.

Reviews

[ANTO]

Hi DM. This is deliciously dark and I thought of poor old Macbeth and his lady - each goading the other to take another step down the devils stairwell. The use of darling says so much - the writer is compelled - unable to resist. Death is of no consequence as long as they are together - loved this!!
I found the very last line to be disjointed a tad - 'endless slumber' is a metaphor for Death so I think having the word death on the same line is overkill (pardon the pun) - but I can see how necessary it is to end the line with death to balance out the word life on the previous line. Perhaps the endless slumber could be revised ?? Just a thought - anyway - this is devilishly good!