As I lay here slowly dying, shut out voices that are crying
Calling out in chilling utters, drowning out my senseless mutters
Must I make myself be unseen, to all the spirits called unclean?
Unclear choices, many voices, many voices, who rejoices?

Rejoin paper full of creasing, she who shall cry without ceasing
Seizing moment to grab dagger, I unsheathe it then I stab her
Hearing screaming come to save her, but too strongly I do crave her
Cursive letters sign her casket; if you want it, pleas don’t ask it