A Sirens Song Of Foxglove Poem by Jacob Wentz

I wish you weren't here as my lips bloom.
Even though I don't want to lure you in, I still sing my song.
You look like a fool drinking tea made from foxglove.
so blind that you don't even notice my vines starting to
overgrow.
but I know why you are blind because my words can dazzle.
so blind that your eyes have fallen under a bewitching.

a voice that speaks such a spell a bewitching
spell such a spell to make your senses bloom.
such a spell to wash your feelings away with a dazzle.
Yet all I did was talk but you acted like it was a song.
and that talking makes your senses dull as my roots overgrow.
into your mind planting seeds of foxglove




seeds that will grow into the pastel colors of foxglove.
colors that will seep into your mind only leaving bewitching.
thoughts as they melt your mind, and your sympathy starts to
overgrow.
The sympathy that only brightens the colors and feeds the
bloom.
you can be in chorus with them while they sing a song.
or defy and their searing gleam will dazzle.


leaving you unable to feel again constantly in a state of dazzle.
petals be there no matter what you find to distract you, petals of
foxglove.
will be there so just good and join their song.
or you will be left feeling cursed and bewitching.
as your desire bleeds out of your spine in a bloom
a bloom of weeds to snare your vision and overgrow.


with your greed making you feel wintry, so you continue to
overgrow.
gluttony consuming everything loving thing you can leaving you
in a dazzle.
you will know when your eyes can't leave the bloom.
a matter of 'love' that you can't seem control a hexing of
foxglove.
flowers that cause a toxic overflow a complete bewitching
but soon you will be with the chorus singing a beautiful song.







Maybe it will go well this time, maybe we can be stuck in a song.
a seamless love as our hearts has vines overgrow.
Maybe our love can be real if I just let myself down and calm the
bewitching.
I know that I always cause problems but maybe this time I can
avoid the dazzle.
with matters like this all you need to be is a puppet of foxglove
All I need is to shut up and let the toxicity bloom.


I know that the bloom is rotting my tongue away but even in its
state it continues to overgrow.
my chords are starting to wain this song can't last forever it's
going to go back to leaving you stuck in a dazzle.
ii don't know what's wrong with me, a tangle of foxglove a
constant spiteful bewitching.