I am closer to freshly earth below than to spirited air above Sure enough, to breath means to live But do i have any breath, any lungs? And above all i'm waiting and sharing tides for a deathless while Touching land like an anchor, irrevocably run aground admits the yet uncovered Heaven remains silent, ground talks in whispers Thou grand charmer-longing for this morbid flirt Eternal rest grant to me! 'Cause nothing seems as perfect as the art of coming apart Beneath the dead standing tree, all is covered with coal-black leafage Ground is gone... Somehow strange, i tough feel save I am counting static clouds, time and time again echoing the same line: "I envy the Calm" Am i immune to life? Thou sage of absurd! I am breathless furthermore I'm sleepless! I am nameless, lately i'm soulless! I am about to decide deadness, my inside-a Stygian darkness And above all i'm waiting and sharing tides for a deathless while Touching land like an anchor, irrevocably run aground admits the yet uncovered