It's all a metaphor, I was told.
Of what, I do not know.
Hate, I do not have.
Yet love, I cannot endure.
Sirens, off like a celebration.
Warning me, in desperation.
In the waning hours, I cannot tell.
It's all just a bit like hell.
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