Go to sleep and hear nothing for dead.
Vacating life in a somber rest.
The longing for living cut off at the head.
Go to sleep and never fallcrest.
Take from this vessel it’s poisonous dread.
So die for your death, encompassing your soul with misery beyond its width and breadth.
So die till your fucking dead, take the life taking everything before it takes what scraps are left.
So kill yourselves in the head, erasing the existence of all the lives you have lead.