How liberating a feeling
What a tragedy to play
The best part of reasoning
Is the end of our days

Although it is tragic
So must it ensue
Tasting bitter pavement
The end is the truth

Seems a ravaging horror
From a nightmarish hand
But liberates freedom
In one final stand

So it is time
How it is to flee
***** of all feeling
My soul is freed

Who am I but I wanderer
A hand to plot my coarse
Life everlasting
Freed from discourse

For if I must live to die
And I die as I hath lived  
What is the point in trying
Only to meet a cruel end