I must take leave of this world, for it has dealt me badly.
by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
My heart feels the pain of eternal torment,
and only death can quench its fires.
I see no future beyond my past,
and thus the light which cometh does call to me.
Pain can only hold what is left of my mind.
Tears will not be shed upon mine cold,
and lonely grave this day.
I bid thee adieu cold, cruel world,
empty say for thine pity which shall never be shed.