The ocean would blind you, if the sun was strong enough
The water would drown you if the waves ever had their way
In the dark, dark night, the monster with its snarl, coarse and rough
Could bite your head off, and on the sand, the blood would spray
The rocks in the water would bash your head in
Or the pearly white sand would try to bury you alive
If the trees start to whisper, you'll just have to scream my name over the din
In this island, I lie, where the monster has not one head but five
Are you coming, my dear, will you find me here
Or will the horrors take you hostage and make you disappear
Love will give you the sword to fight all that lies in your wake
But fear, the queer thing, will make you question what you have put at stake
My hands, I can feel them fading into the shadows
Don't come back, my love;the ****** have no memory of life
Soon, I'll become a sliver of what I was, a whispering ghost in Asphodel
But will you come find me, we can watch the ocean as the sun bids us farewell