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.