confesser
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seaweed , rough against my skin .
seaweed , pinning me down , keeping me from moving .
slowly traveling up my arms and legs .
i hear my sirens song , hes here .
i feel his hand on my cheek , i look over to him .
he smiles , perfect like a sweet poison .
ive always listened to the song but never the lyrics .
my siren never loved me , hes a curse .
his eyes , his song , his warm hand on my cheek .
the seaweed travels further up my body , scratching my skin .
the seaweed has a grip on my neck now , squeezing .
seaweed covers my eyes and pours into my mouth , down my throat .
i was never his sailor but he'll always be my siren .
my perfect curse , my siren .