Screams of a perfect siren.

Oh how I love the way you control my breathing. 
Forcing me to follow your rhythm and lead us into oblivion. 

My soul has succumbed to your siren like screams that enchant my very essence of being. 
My soul. 
But you are of the purest of evils darling, for unlike the Sirens your body entrances your prey as much as your chilling song. 

Under your spell, death is something that I shall never fear. 
I only live for your vile corruption, covering me like a casket dragged down by the sea into the abyss we call life. 
Cradling me into an endless slumber that I will one day find to be death.