oh woe be to my heart,
that it begs for the sustenance of love
but is satisfied only by my own mind.

and woe be to my mind,
which thinks only to love itself
and to satisfy its own body.

and woe be to this body,
as it consumes and destroys
the very things that keep it alive.

woe be to these dreams
to intertwine with the vacuum of nothingness that is everything.

to be nothing, oh to be nothing.
woe be to me.
oh, woe be to us all.