Alone In the Sea At Night
I am absent now, I no longer inhabit this mortal cage,
I have no need for Love nor the finer things,
My visit to this empire of rage,
Has been far too short to beg for the peace that sleep brings.
I have no need for air or water,
My fear sustains me.
I suck at the bosom of terror,
Even my eyes struggle to see.
Dear God let the icy hail fall,
And Heaven close its door,
Let Satan trumpet a victorious call,
For I am washed up on Hell’s shore.
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