When I behold myself, I go to the river

Within the dark waters, an old friend; death lingers

Rage, ruin, decay, isolation

Your image in me blemished, my body void of life

Flesh is hostile, no submission. The Spirit will cut like a knife

Dead to self, forgotten dreams, favored wishes, vain ambitions

Abandon yourself, in death rediscover yourself. A life deprived, is a life obtained

Mind restored, transposed vision, a monument in crucifixion