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.