The Sea of Death

I don't have any plans for the future,

I'm only looking forward to dragging myself

into the belly of the dark

Underneath the sheets of my bed

I sleep forever

The witching hour is my mother

When silence breeds my tears

I make myself at home

And coil up in solitude

I lie upon a black hearse

That takes me for a trip

Invisible horses neigh

When we reach the bay

The monster of no-return

greets us

with open arms

and a smile.