how my body longs for the cool touch of death
and my mind for the relief it bestowes
on me, unearthly values
spoken aloud sear my flesh
for actions unlawful, a judgement's passed, i know
impenetrable thicket surrounds the path i used to tread
bedelived enchantment, bewandered in the arts
arid wastes, cold, deserted and dead
such, the scenery from which i depart
phrases and faces instead of the spells
that will grand me rest and peace
it's my death i want, nothing else
