Carve out a piece of my wit –
Feed it to those homely dogs,
Rob me of this golden grit –
Hand it to Corpses vacant of tenacity,
Deprive my soul of my fair Melody –
Culpable feet do need aid in discovery,
Drain the rosy hue from my lip –
Pour it into a spirit more desolate,
Employ each fraction of my Essence –
So through Limitless Eyes,
I shall become – Infinite!