My Head Up High Poem by Karl Iviacz Sims

I hear the songs of the siren queen, that lingers inside my brain,
it's a soft and gentle melody, as sweet as the summer rain.
slowly she's there enticing me, in the very heat of the night,
offering fulfillment of every dream, and all of my manly delights.

For she is a great seductress, a harlot of centuries old,
telling me the secrets of everything, which only she would know.
she dances between the moon beams, for light is her only bane,
and I can see her glaring back at me, from just beyond my visions range.

Fear is her true companion, it surrounds her like a cloud,
she uses it to blind the hearts of those, who think they are strong and proud.
she binds them with her greatness, entraps them with their greed,
letting them battle onto the death, just to fulfill her needs.

She comes in many substances, can be found in any form,
she chooses those whom she wishes to defeat, on the very day that they are born.
she cares nothing about your gender, be it a woman or a man,
her only goal is to destroy your soul, any way that she can.

But now I know her intentions, of what she has in store for me,
and if I continue upon the road that I'm on, I'll be lost to eternity.
for my seductress is an addiction, my harlot is drug abuse,
its the same as being an alcoholic but, you can't fight it with antibruse.

So I had to find my own solution, another way to rescue my soul,
and as funny as it seems, all that this means, I simply had to let her go.
now I am clean and I am thinking, and I feel so good inside,
and now I do know, I can reach any goal, sober with my head held high.