In the ocean, the sirens sing,
Surrounded by coral and rusted bling.
They sing to joy and they sing to pain-
For what? What do they gain?
In the ocean, the drowned souls weep,
As their stories-their future-disappeared into the deep.
The ocean pities them, so she eases the bodies to rest.
Among the flotsam, jetsam, and the water they so detest.
In the ocean, the fish live and die-
Sometimes without light-without ever seeing the sky.
In the ocean, life and death blend together.
In a balance as fragile as a feather.
In the ocean, as I open tear-filled eyes.
Human voices again lull me to sleep.
They sing, they whisper, they softly sigh.
As they lower me down to slowly die.
Down to Davey's Locker, a store for the lost and never found.
Down to the seafloor, where there is treasure by the pound.
Where I will become nought but bones with a story to tell.
Ignored, voiceless in this never ending well.
As the ocean whispers to me, again and again: you are mine now.
