Sirens

There’s too many sirens today my love
Screeching through our lives
Too many sirens for me my love
in the quiet of my thoughts
Pounding brashly down doors
I don’t know if I can now take anymore.

There’s sirens for the dying love
Alarm bells for the young
I hear shrill whines for thieves love
Them that broke up your morn’
Fished out your heaving pump
Leaving us here to mourn

So here as we wait for the silence
Still shook at this loss of amour
I’m shattered
Each time by more sirens
And left, cracking up on the floor.

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