A wave of memories come crashing down my shores
As if my alter ego had stached dead corps
My hand is bloody
My mind is untidy
My heart aches
Too much illness and anguish
Haunted by memories of a midnight train
Where my soul languished
Asking for rain
Down my soul and body and mind
I ask the Ra’s who watch me from behind
As if I had done nothing good with my life
As if I had never patted a cat or a stray dog
I ask for forgiveness and life presents me a knife
To cut all ties and to draw blood
I ask for life in the afterlife
The void replies with nothingness instead
Oh, my head, about to explode,
My head.