His and Hers

She walks through the doorway
He's frozen in place
The tendrils the blades
Reaching, caressing her face
Rest your weary head
Release your burden
Pour it out, pour it out
The wails of the siren erupt from the sea
The once living island, volcanic she bleeds
The tendrils the blades
An abomination
His and hers
A sense of dread
His and hers
An unholy union
His and hers
Like a hole in the head
His and hers