I could burn for a thousand years and never be warm enough
Could melt with a thousand suns
and never feel a thing
I could eat the pomegranite seeds
and stay here forever
In the burning lands
where old gods wither
and dead men walk
with their eyes of glass
and cold,cold souls
In the underworld
lower than beyond
and further still
I am a pale ghost, pretty wraith, a Persephone
Bring me back into the sunlight
And at a glance, l’ll disappear
Should any hapless Orpheus
bargain for my soul
with the Lord of the Dead
Like Lot’s wife, I’ll turn
Better taste the salt off me while you can
before I turn bitter
Salt of the dead ocean
Of tears no longer to be shed…