let me pull you out from the depths of the sea
Death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits.
~John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi
...let me pull you out from the depths of the sea…
Let me pull you out from the depths of the sea. Do your aching muscles not plead for me? Have the rushing waves not plundered through your soul? I can feel the agony, too, my friend. My heart, too, screams for refuge in this dark and ominous world. Just whisper to your spirit, "No hope, no hope…" Just whisper, "…death is but a new life…" Let your hopes wash away, diluted with the sea. Let the crashing sea carry your body away, and let me cradle your soul to a kingdom of desire. Let the bouldering waves push you down deep into the lost land, and let me liberate your tormented spirit. Can you not release yourself from this perverted sea? Can you not fight this addiction to the cold rush? Just let me be your savior. Let me pull you out from the depths of the sea.
...surrender to the tender bows of my sheltered arms…
Surrender to the tender bows of my sheltered arms. Cast a vengeful eye onto Life, for she has sinned you. Smirk at the face of those who mocked you, and laugh at the jealousy radiating from the world. Earth will beg you to take him her with you at you leap across Earth's crust towards my warm shelter. The Sky will weep in sorrow, for he can never be free to roam the Earth. The Sun will bow down to you as he eternally follows his written path. And Life will kiss you goodbye, guilt etched across her ancient face as she pleads for forgiveness. You forgive, for you are free. Just surrender to the life {...death...} my open arms offer. Surrender to the tender bows of my sheltered arms.
...carve your name onto my chest, and I shall be your dominion…
And after you carve it into my chest, carve it into your rosy flesh. Let me take your blood, soul, life out of you, and let the icy sleep fall over you like an inescapable blanket. Carve it permanently onto your grave, and join me in eternal bliss.
Can you pay the price, my love?
Do you dare to take my hand?
Take a chance. Take my hand. And convince to your heart to give away for a few minutes {...forever …}
…because I will pull you out from the depths of the sea {…and smother you with my breath…}. I will cradle you in the tender bows of my sheltered arms {…before you fall into my dark crevices…}. Just carve your name onto my chest, and I shall be your dominion.
