Tear me into pieces, my soul from

my wrecked body.

I'm nothing more than an old rag sewed with guilt and despair.

The light has left my life and the

darkness frightens me.

How wretched I am, hopelessly longing for salvation.

So dig a grave for me too, and take

me with you before the Yew begins

to wither.

I can't rip you off from life, beloved.

The flower for your grave is yet to bloom.

Your thirst for me will only make you more desperate.

This haste is only until you touch me.

After that, there is no turning back.

When life becomes tiring you don't have to embrace me.

Ignore the shadows and go forth until you see the light that guides.

Don't burn your dreams up in the flames.

Don't put tears in your loved ones' eyes.

Lift your hopes up and see the virtues of life.

Breathe until you get a room of your own.