Oh, you dark embittered servant.

You hateful flesh.

Fear is your only consequence.

And my pain.

Rise, you tortured villain.

Take this cup and drink deep.

Enough of this terrible cold.

You are the maker of my desires,

yet you sleep,

or cower in the corner of lonely, crowded places.

A cold object,

like some stone on the bottom of a dark

and forgotten sea.

Motionless in still, tomb-like safety.

Die then.

Or lift me from my emptiness

to share the splendors of shores uncharted.

Show me the glory of those

            evils

that make a man whole.

Wake, godless ugly wretch.

Take it and suffer,

but suffer the joys only she bestows.

Only that mean, wicked bitch;

            that beautiful, tender form.

Shivering in the lonely mud of my ancient sea,

I dream of her again.

Dark, embittered servant,

Be afraid,

But be free.