Silent Sirens (Revised)

A new and hopefully improved version of a writing that expresses one of the phases my mind becomes stuck in every so often.

Everyone seems so kind

until I deceive my perception.

Fear flows through my mind

as I deny its inevitable conception.

It's only lies that I find

as I look through these all seeing eyes

while the song of reality are muffled

by this deafening siren's cries.

"You're only an echo of life

that I have given a voice,

but is it even life

if you have no freedom of choice?

You can't escape the scythe

of the souls that I reap.

The cryptic envelopment will teach

the people to keep.

Author's Note

Any constructive criticism will be much appreciated.