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Contemplated my own death Pt. I
I cut the wrist down the alley — ‘cause remember:
It‘s not across the tainted road.
And I fail the rivers of red, no! I am not dead!
And I wish I‘d meet Death, my beauty — let‘s
Have one final word to resolve the puzzle.
Contemplated my own death Pt. II
I lean over the bridge‘s banister — ‘cause be ensured:
The abyss is deep, the fall is joyous.
And I fail to jump! Oh! I should have known!
And I reckon I am too dumb to die, why won‘t the night —
Absorb me and make me meet you, my love…
Contemplated my own death Pt. III
I put the noose around my neck — but remember:
Set the knot under the jaw to the left.
And I fall asleep and I fail the faces of blue. Again!
And I awake from a puzzling sleep, oh Morpheus —
Let me meet your sister, We need to talk.
Contemplating my own death Pt. IV
I watch the train part the rain — but don‘t forget:
The trauma to the poor conductor.
And I know that can‘t be done, undone, alas!
And I refrain from the thought, and the deed —
My, come sweet scythe and cut me astray.
Contemplating my own death Pt. V
I browse the net for things you don‘t get — but, yeah:
As if you‘d be sent those barbiturates.
And I loathe the Idea of being ripped off, once more!
And I just order because there‘s only money to lose —
Why, death can‘t you kiss me for free?
Contemplating my own death Pt. VI
I must buy the chain, the link to the spark — for I know:
Some ten thousand volts will do the trick.
And I, I, I don‘t know — at least it‘s outdoors? C‘mon!
And I hope and I wish and I contemplate —
Rock me, dearest death, come spasm mine.
Contemplation of my own death Pt. VII
There is nothing to it, whatever you do — be assured:
She won‘t come for free, so just light a fag.
And I smoke, I inhale and digest… what for?
And I know I will meet her on time —
Sweet Death I await your gentle touch…