Siren Song

In my dreams my voice carries on the wind for miles.
I'm laying on rocks shaped like shardes of glass that feel like clouds to me.
In my dreams sailors feel my pull in their chest like anchors to the ocean floor.
And they curse me for this.
In my dreams the waves that crash against my rocks are tainted red with the souls of those who turn their mass towards me.
And I'm called monster for this.
As if I did anything but sing.
As if I'm evil for wanting something beautiful in the breeze.
In my dreams I'm a siren song.
And these are not nightmares to me.
In my dreams I'm cursed for something I had no control over
I'm cursed to be called demon and have all mortals shut their ears from me
When all I ever wanted was to add something melodic to the screaming world