Embellished in a pool of morning glories
Rise deeper under the ocean sky
Candles lit and shells on sight
Purple curtains cover the pool of a darkened night
On the left a rosary with a cross in half
Into the water of weightless angels
Halos raised towards heaven above heads
Shadows of saintly demons cornered in the back
Sleep into the slumber where the ghostly ghouls lie
Show them the ship of salvation hidden behind
Closed eyes of decaying dust
The blood that tastes of tarnished rust
And skin of tissue taking moments left
Of a journey of burning brown
The soft steady waves do not see how
