how my body longs for the cool touch of death and my mind for the relief it bestowes on me, unearthly values spoken aloud sear my flesh for actions unlawful, a judgement's passed, i know impenetrable thicket surrounds the path i used to tread bedelived enchantment, bewandered in the arts arid wastes, cold, deserted and dead such, the scenery from which i depart phrases and faces instead of the spells that will grand me rest and peace it's my death i want, nothing else