Oh how easy to trace the well-worn foot path
Oh what a delight to don death shrouds for brief Sunday naps
Oh how perilous to set sail on oceans so vast
Gods will not weep though caverns feign sighs
I cannot sleep while attics scream echoes
Keep my eyes shut tight to darlings I ask of
Such a comfort my Lords will still plunder borrascas
Oh how simple to swallow tongues
To keep love locked down in hallowed lungs
To bleed out every word, every letter
Oh how hard to live better.#