My heart aches and longs for death
My senses are numbed with an excruciating pain.
Forlorn! I must give up my dying breath
So, I emptied some opiate into my vein.
Now with pleasure I await to die
I set the myrtle garland on my brow
To drown the anguish of my soul
A huge shadow against the sky
Summons me; I’m ready now
To obey proudly when Death shall call.
Max O'Reilly
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