Singing angels of the deep
****** me into quasi-sleep
To wander far-off shores.
I see the sky of molten lead
I see the waves, restless and dead
The souls that sing no more -
Piercing cry and banshee's wail
Sound from behind the heavy veil
Of immortality.
Monsters, lovers, all the same
In this dark and dreary dream --
The veil keeps you from me.