After sipping the wine of ******
Numb to the vigour of the liquor
I wandered drunk among the living
The moon watching with her deadened stare

I saw the black waters washing the pale
Grainy flesh of the beach
And wondered,oh, wandering  close
To the darkness, wondered
Then decided, with melancholy deeper
Than fear, walked forward
And yielded to the water’s seize

Over me(and within me), the days had washed
Dragged my remains along
And slipped, the gory water had
Into my garments and flesh and being
And splashing still within my soul
Like the pure blood of innocent hearts

Pumping sounds in eager necks
Warm to my caress, cold to my tongue

I awoke on the shore
And wept , as even the pitiless waves
With its vengeful force and vigour
Rejects me

Oh, true death, I have known life
To be nothing but watered-down death
Give me the strength of thy inevitability
And take my eternity

Thy bitter kiss
Is kiss nevertheless


Oh, true death, I implore thee not
In vain or melancholy
But, oh, desperation.

Murderer!Murderer!
The people have cried.
None cared for my own ******, my own death
A curse! A curse!
To live this life
While dead.