Living pain
Sorrowful thoughts of my impure flesh
I leave life as dusty walker leaves the desert
My lonely desert!

Don't you shed tears
For me in your demented eyelids
My solitary pale flesh will rest when my spirit leaves
My lonely spirit

My aim is to fallow the monsters
Wich my hate creates
And fall from grace dowm into your cage
Full of thoughts that are leading me to hell

Shadows of the valley and mountain nights
Which my soul sang and loved so
Carry my impure flesh
When the midnight blooms
This is my last remembrance

Lay my lonely death-bed
On the forest oh men forgotten
By the shade of a cross, and write on it:
Was a poet, dreamed, and loved (in life!)

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