Fallen Siren Songs

I hear the echos crashing into this wall of stone and ice.

I hear the voices bleeding their desires to the sky as their souls stretch into the oblivious ecstasy which escapes into the winds.

Fallen hearts and empty heads, the spirits yearn for the end so they may feel again.

Fallen tears and weighted feet, the body craves the taste of the sea to set them free.

Their souls set afire by the hope that this gravity will not steal another moment, another love from their hands.

The depravity of the vessel from which they have been enclosed leads them to these shores with a final wish to let it all go.