Lament to the Chalice of Life

Lament to the chalice of life, slow train of beaconing sleep,

To drag a hard-on trance of deeper-minded suffering.

Caress the inclining tower of intertwining trails that seek out death.

The slow, weary, intrailed mountains etched with snow, glistening death at nightfall.

How to acquire death at morning time?--its tranquilizing uproar abroad,

To live a life of dead, I’m death, strike me once again,

This way, over, continue, just like that, to kill me.

I seek out death at its deceitful glare of pleasure,

I want to kill you.