The Siren’s Secret

They never see the sharp beneath the shimmer,

the ache dressed up in art.

I learned to smile like safety,

while I’m tearing them apart.

My voice is velvet, vicious, sweet—

a song that tastes like sin.

They sail toward what they think is peace,

and never rise again.

I kissed him like a prayer undone,

left him baptized in the storm.

He called it love—I called it fate,

both desperate to stay warm.

But I’m the storm beneath the surface—

beautiful, and dragging you down.

I hum the hymn of hollow men

and watch them gladly drown.

And if you think you’ve found the real me,

if you swear you’ve seen me cry—

you’ve only heard my heartbreak’s echo,

the hush before goodbye.