Are those my eyes so haunted by this mirror?
Too vile stands my heart upon the world,
I do not want my mind to poison forth
The ignorance of man,

My dreams are flowers in a graveyard,
Though flowers live, they too may die,
The hand that wrote, the broken heart
One by one, time after time

And live I once for once I die
My body’s the wind and the wine
Shivers the night in its tale
Far sails the ship of your life…
………………………………………..
For it sails in the ocean of man.