An Ocean And Peril in The Black Atlantic

I have neither food, nor water
I have neither pain, nor medicine
I can neither dream, nor sleep
I'm in this blighted place, and i'm haunted
By an ocean that beckons me

I hear its siren call of oblivion
And within contained: a sad and wonderful plea
Of eerie depths and cool embrace
I'm in this blighted place, and i'm haunted
By an ocean that beckons me