when sirens are singing,
a man dies

To die.
So that's what it feels like to die.
Empty. Dark. Not scared, angry, panicked. As if you were under water, slowly and gently you fall into a monotounus trance.
I am really unser water, i realize.
I followed the voice.

The voice, ohh, the voice.
It was so beautiful. Beguiling. Seductive.

My thougts are flowing.
They come and go again.
They're quick, not tangible, but by no means stormy, not uncomfortable, stressful. Only one of them, a sound, is still there. Singing. The singing.
The sweet, feminine singing.

Then suddenly everything is gone.
No thougts. No feelings.
Nothing.
No life either.
Just one more thing.
And this one thing is the singing of an unspeakably beautiful, bright voice from below, and my body begins to sink in the direction of that voice.

And when my body hits the ground,
the singing stops and hungry, pointed teeth pierce my dead flesh.