Existence is drudgery, a sentence of pain Sentience is a curse animate with grief I am like a slave who pants for the shadows I am the servant longing for rest
Each day lingers interminably Every night, I endure without pause When I lie down, I long for morning When I get up, I yearn for evening All the day, I toss and turn Seized unawares from out of reverie
My flesh crawls with maggots My skin splits and oozes
Youth passed me in a moment Strength melted like morning's mist
If I long for sleep's oblivion and lie down to ease my suffering Then you terrify me with visions Your nightmare chokes me with terror I wake gasping for breath
Life is but a sigh A cloud dissipated by noon's heat To dissolve into death
Who am I to draw your ire? Your gaze fixed to betray my flaws? Examining every instance Condemning each failure Won't you spare me time even to swallow my spit? Pitiless accuser, show yourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.