Miss Murder

You’ve played your hand

and now my eyes are wide.

Oh Pacific, I wish they weren’t.

Once your thrall,

once your lover,

Now I am betrayed

by your blood lust.

Should I have known by the wars

waged upon your territories?

Should I have known by the countless masses

I’ve pulled from the same depths

that once warmed my soul?

But no, I turned a blind eye

instead, only seeing the beauty you held.

Little did I know

The sirens of old were just you,

singing your song of slumber

and loving grasp

to make those of mine your own.

Miss Murder

I see you.

- Samual Curtis