Sirens Can't Sing in the Shower.

[leggo_my_ego]

I'll draw you to the rocks, away from the shore where you're sure and you're solid.
I'll lure you into the brine and the salt and the weightlessness.
I'll send out my song and you'll come.
And you'll swim and you'll stroke and you'll tread and you'll kick to find me.
As sure as you are human, you'll find me.
And you'll gawk and you'll gasp and you'll sputter and you'll throb and you'll sink.
But I'm not the intoxicating fantasy you wanted to spend your last conscious gaze on.
You'll die disappointed with the best of them and I didn't ever mean to.
I can't even sing to myself anymore. It's just too morbid to find them washed up on my little island.
Do you think humming would be equally tragic?