Of Sirens and Demons - an introspective fairytale

Model und Texte:

@helenapeculiar

Sirens of the Northern Sea

My body wrapped

In drenched and dirty canvas

My face and eyes

Stained from salt and the winds

Searching the sky

On the ground of an infinite ocean

I'm a siren

From the Northern sea

Pulled to the deep

By vines and thoughts and emotion

My hollow bones

Clogged with junk and gloom

Born to fly

Diving through blue and green waters

I'm a siren

From the Northern sea

Paris Paloma: it´s called: Freefall

Called to the Devil and the Devil said

"Hey, why you been calling this late?

It's like 2 a.m. and the bars all close at ten in hell, it's a rule I made

Anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself

And you don't want no help, oh well"

That's the story to tell

Like you could let it all go

You could let it all go

It's called free fall

Like shellfish, I am scattered.

Like the tides, I change.

Carry me

I tried to find beauty and I thought I found it

I tried to live with my self, I tried to love it

But sometimes I do not recognize it

And sometimes I can't do much about it

Sometimes it weighs me down so much

Sometimes I want to drown — but I don't

And I still try to make it my own

And I try to carry me home

I tried to walk myself through all this mud

And I tried to be graceful about it

I tried to heal my inside and out

I tried to believe I could

Sometimes it weighs me down so much

Sometimes I want to drown — but I don't

And I still try to make it my own somehow

And I try to carry me home somehow

And I still try to make it my own

I still try to carry me home

Castaway´s Roundelay

I wither and woke

And I slept for a stroke

I hoped for a dream

Which made my life gleam

I had nothing to hide

And so much to strive

But I lay down and cut

Every piece I close shut

I'm lost at the sea

I'm lost within me

I'm tall and I'm tough

I'm small and I'm rough

Last time I was found

Was when I found out

A cruel discovery

How funny actually —

That wherever I go

That I only know

Whether I was on track

At the end of it all

I might feel wrecked

Whereas I've been lead

By my very own call

I wither and woke

And I slept for a stroke

I glide and flee

On my tide at sea

Hiccups

Life is torture if you let it

Pleasure like hiccups so rarely embedded

And draining pain like never ending rain

Once a drizzle mere, then tempest, a roar

And you bear and you bear and you bear

Misery comes in waves and I realized

As hard is I try that I can't fight the tides

And life is torture if you let it

Awaiting the storm in the gaps like a rabbit

Like prey, like driftwood that shivers, that fears —

The inevitable, as if that would change a thing

I'm done hiding

I'm done making so little

Of the limited amount of breaths

I have left

I'm done diving

Just to get lost in my thoughts,

My own inaction,

My useless dread

I'm done climbing

I urge to move forward,

Not just down and up

(And down and up)

I won't drown

And you'd think I knew that by now

I won't vanish —

At least not for a couple of decades

I'm here, despite all

And it's time that I, in actual fact

Begin to understand

What that means

Hiccups Reprise

I know it's not my fault

That I've been mistreated, hurt

But I can be gentle to myself

And push my body that got used to the waters

Over the edge to a land full of wonders

I can keep myself safe and lovingly speak

We're done with the deep and ready to leave