To those whom I miss,  And to those who would miss me    Life is short, but long in the living  Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future  Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain    There where that tunnel so familiar  And that wall banishing the light  Stifling forever the hope of a better day    Curs'd be she who gave me birth  Prisoner of live, I await my deliverance  I am weary of the struggle for chimeras  Of sensing the weight of time, past and future    I began my descent as from that first day  This night shall be mine, that of the great leap  There will be a war, a key, a door    Faced with the dilemma of the cord  Short are the paths which lead to the tomb    Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet  The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness    This profound and absolute darkness  Which I have dreamed of for so long