An empty street with nobody in sight
Imprints itself in my diseased subconscious.
I have no choice - surrender in delight,
Wherein before I would have been so cautious.
A foggy wind is full of noisy creatures,
The ravens fly outside my empty heart.
Accompanied by ravens like the preachers,
With steady steps, my body falls apart,
Oh life, you’ve been my only teacher,
We’ve counted death and angels in the night,
But while I’m living I will never reach you,
And dying’s worth to lose this painful fight.
Is losing self intolerably peccant?
Will feeling fears heal my soul at last?
My corvine soul, and heart and body reckon
The more I live the more in death I trust.
*this is not the lirycs.