Amidst the vast oceans of sadness Obscure is the season of woe Weakened I suffer so significantly 'Tis emptiness of which my river flows I can see the sky is falling I can feel the earth move round I can hear my death is calling Secluded from life I am crowned I can see that time is fading I can feel my life unbound I can hear suicide is calling From the other side; profound Imprisoned by the ail of my affection Forgotten: My memories deceased Battered, benumbed, bleak and broken Eternal shall be the existence of grief Unanimated and subsisting to wither Fading I perish Abandoned in my wretchedness Sweet misery I foresee