Close your eyes and dream of death
Bitter pain of final breath.
What pleasure shall the reaper bring -
Sweet golden light on silver wing?
And choke all sorrows of the earth -
Fulfills the promise, second birth.
Perhaps as dreary mourners weep,
The poet falls to blackness deep,
The thought's too much, I've lost my mind
Perhaps one day the men will find
It cried some truth, the lonely voice.
This insane world - the sanest choice.