my heart yearns for death
as my mindless body walks on
in this valley of flesh made puppets
devoted to lust and lie and daggers edge;
i do not feel pain yet i demand
to be felt like emotion within
inside the mind of my mind
where i find my conscious battling :
few often i knew myself over
by the fakeness of this rotten world
the chared faces all around me
are like serpents at heavens gate: