Evacuate my soul;
Explore the verges of death
Vague silhouettes from sweet to sour
After compulsive imaginations of Seth
Cut your throat and float
Upon the golden underworld boat
At midnight's darkest hour
Think of what you've accomplished
Especially of what your mind ravished
Midsummer pleasures are done for
Yearn to return, just once more
Sober wishes, dumped in a whim
Over long drowned corpses
Under souls watching over the grim
Life possesses malignant forces
*let op de beginletters die overeenkomen met de titel, das wat het gedicht zo speciaal maakt*