I
I imagine a world where all is better,
Where I do not fall beneath the ground,
Buried by my own conscience,
My evanescing memories;
They tear me down,
I imagine how old I must be-
In mind and body-
To write such awful words,
To speak them to the Godless skies above,
No hope, no God in the universe
To keep my fires burning,
I am now but cold charcoal ash
Disintegrating beneath the earth,
II
How dark will it be
When all may shroud mine home;
The nameless and vague
Spectral forms which haunt here?
They will cover this place in darkness,
I imagine how cold I may lie-
My tears frozen within glass eyes,
Open, wide open, until the end,
Until it all rots away above me,
Leaving me here below,
Imagine how beautiful the water may sound;
That rushes so peacefully above me,
Once that all else has died down-
I shall hope to one day be united with
Such wondrous tranquil waters,
III
I imagine the world of yesterday,
And the one I am yet to uncover,
With its faceless figures and featureless faces;
They roam it like there is no tomorrow,
For all they care for is their final day,
I imagine my final day-
I know not when it shall arrive to take me far from here,
Where I shall sink my languid countenance down below
With the beasts I always dreamed of meeting,
How cold will it be?
How open will my body lie-
Suffocated by blackened soil,
Asphyxiated by the wearied kiss
Of the dying universe above me.