Sweet Siren

[Shadow of the Butterfly]

The soft crooning of my name

Beckons me forth unto my death

 

Death from wakefullness

Dead to this world

 

The Siren of Sleep

Whispers to me of sweet lands

As yawns overtake my breath

 

Inky blackness swallows me whole

Inky blackness covers my vision

 

My eyes clouded with

The spell of this Siren

Now see with perfect clarity

That which was hidden in reality

 

The Siren's cold lips

Kiss my closed lids

 

The touch of her hand

Brings me to greater depths

Leads me towards the quiet Death

That all seek

But few ever find

[Peredhil]

Interesting. I think I've been this tired...

 

Personally, I'd consider changing 'unto' into 'to' in the second line.

 

You write poems to which I relate, but I wish I didn't!