Have you, o admirers, e’er suffered tears

When your souls awaken to coffin’s leers?

‘Tis terrifying to imagine Life

As poison to the vessel’s veins inside,

For prison is not of steel, but of strife

Embedd’d in bone that writhes and coincides

With beastly Fire that roars with fury rife.

Do you, o admirers, awaken to

A suffocating haze in your own breasts,

Like clouds accumulating so askew

In their near culmination torn to best

Your eagerness in alien emotion new?

For I must live with such a feeling every day;

As no remorse comes to those from Life who do stay.

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