I ache and i pain
And grope and grape
 for misery again
Inebriated I sit, transfixed
I myself unmoving
Welcome to the desolate 
 wastelands
I harbor my ills
 like dregs of lost days gone dry
I thirst and I sip
 my hearts ever expanding desert, time has no motion
I am hapless without constraint 
Feeling, unfeeling, feeding on my souls decay
Another moment of inconsequential monotony passes me by
 Oh! wake me from my slumber dear lord
 And speak.
For melancholy has brought me naught
 but a dreamers reprieve 
 from a slumberous 
    sleep.