Pity Me

Pity me, pity me, here where I lie, the night is warm in its very chill the snows on hideous mountain tops turns lead and zinc. around all things go I am surrounded as in a giant coffin where I go, I be. No light of Dawn to cheer me on from these my plights: no, no light here save a dim grave yard light that drops stinking dews and on above I hear fluttering the wings of large red bats that overhead fly. Time I hear strike by some far distant clock that so loud bleats that sounds to me as yet as yet and in deep midnight accordingly I hear the rustling of hooded capes of hooded shrouds and dress inside I view not things: how horrid even the rocks sigh and the rock floor all pointed belches red and lava-hot from irregularly distant spouts horror with me! horror with me! O pity me! Things unclean pass around my flesh: insect like I feel them or else scorpion-like I hear too their snouts and moustaches brush my skin whose hairs stand on end: so horrid, and so long, so pitiless! My Inner Soul is frozen Anxiety stress horror fear instead and the sweat on my body covers full: So be so kind that I who in this dark, dark place Sight almost lost to just a minimum to grope: So Pity me, pity me, here where I lie, the night is warm in its very chill the snows on hideous mountain tops turns lead and zinc. around all things go I am surrounded as in a giant coffin where I go, I be.