Death across

Agony in love I found on the bequeathal from the throne of solitude

Caress from the man I love, you, dream of a thousand

Enthralled by your cool handsomeness, faith to keep me sane
Grapple with the air of somnolence; hail you on your bed

Intake of food and water, I, just to keep awake

Kill this feeling for him or late and I will be dead

Monster this feeling has become; nihil where it came from

Oh, Lord, forgive this consequence, pallor I have become

To be queen of yours I pray, robbed always by your presence

Struck by your gestalt, torn like dress newly cut

Unthinkable this sensation, vanity here I come; Oh!

Wait! Wait! Wait! Do not put X on my name, please, put me into your zone.