Down in the deep where the sirens weep, something calls to me.
Behind nature's veil, the mist and the fog, something stands before me.
Its shadow drips with water, its scent like that of salt, its skin is slimy and rough.
Something calls to me, from down in the deep, deeper, deeper still.
It has no name, speaks nothing, but hums an empty sorrowful tune.
Down in the deep, where sirens weep. Something is coming for me.
-Random thing I made up just now lmao