To those whom I miss,

And to those who would miss me

Life is short, but long in the living

Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future

Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain

There where that tunnel so familiar

And that wall banishing the light

Stifling forever the hope of a better day

Curs'd be she who gave me birth

Prisoner of live, I await my deliverance

I am weary of the struggle for chimeras

Of sensing the weight of time, past and future

I began my descent as from that first day

This night shall be mine, that of the great leap

There will be a war, a key, a door

Faced with the dilemma of the cord

Short are the paths which lead to the tomb

Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet

The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness

This profound and absolute darkness

Which I have dreamed of for so long