The moon never shines, nor the stars gleam
The night is dull, not even a dream

My boat is oar-less, stranded at sea
No rescue party, but I’m happy it’s just me

This pit of destruction, I’ve dug for myself,
It is my new home, it is my whole wealth

The happiness found, in gloom and whisper
A million things tried, but only, to miss her

The mountains are calling, the air is fresh
Why is she all, that’s ever on my breath

The time has come to end it; three paths are ahead
Life, or death, or misery, my heart will never feel fed

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I choose death and make it quick
Now it’s over, she was my sick.