I stepped heavily from the immense unknown, a grotesque creation
Burdened with the hue of death

A nameless reanimate- a shamed creation neglected
Surrendered to encompassing loneliness

Confined to a leaden, pallid vessel
I wept, for a lone existence overwhelmed me:
Did I request thee, Maker, from my Clay to mould me Man,*
Did I solicit thee from darkness to promote me?*

I once found respite in warm dawns
Hope in spring’s thaw
Among meadows whose golden fields radiance shone

Yet death as a memory lingers
Nearer with each trembling gaze grown
Ill, gaunt and sallow

Unfeeling, heartless creator! You have endowed me with perceptions and passions,*
And then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind*
Who authored my contempt
Crusading hungrily that I may rest eternally
In oblivion

In a final reprise, resting encircled by sea
Senses wither
As memory
As hope
In isolation we are the same
May oblivion be our only consolation

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