[RNattefrost '94]
Come death
before it slips through my hands
Like long-drawn echoes merging far away
to a deep and pounding harmony
Vast as the night and as vast as light
Scents, colours and sounds to each other reply
Your wounds are infected
and life neglected
These are the autumn years
Haunted nights of ghosts and shadows
You cut the wound to release the pus
You cut your wrist
You do not wish to live
and kissed the world bloodred
Through coldness