Black Atlantic An Ocean And Peril
I have neither food, nor water
I have neither pain, nor medicine
I can neither dream, nor sleep
I'm in this blighted place, and I'm haunted
By an ocean that beckons me
I hear its siren call of oblivion
and within contained: a sad and wonderful plea
Of eerie depths and cool embrace
I'm in this blighted place, and I'm haunted
By an ocean that beckons me
