When I behold myself, I go to the river
Within the dark waters, an old friend; death lingers
Rage, ruin, decay, isolation
Your image in me blemished, my body void of life
Flesh is hostile, no submission. The Spirit will cut like a knife
Dead to self, forgotten dreams, favored wishes, vain ambitions
Abandon yourself, in death rediscover yourself. A life deprived, is a life obtained
Mind restored, transposed vision, a monument in crucifixion