The many deaths I have endured, I cannot even count.

My soul has dried and cracked,
hardened to the core.

My heart has bled dry,
shedding itself of all life.

My spirit has withered
into a small dry stump of nothing.

My courage has collapsed
and shed into a million pieces.

My will has fled and left me
feeling worthless and useless.

My joy has become no more
than a distant memory of better times.

These things, these drastic things, these horrible times!
I have made myself discouraged and downtrodden.
What can I do? What can I say? What things can I do?
These deaths, these dreary and antagonizing deaths!

My love of life has hunkered down in dismay and is crying.
My free spirit has fallen prey to heavy chains of doom.
And these many deaths I have succumbed to,
With no chance of recourse!