Your murderous hands   Motionless in the night   By a fanatic deviation   Your body hit the ground      That fight your wrist   The head beneath Heaven   Mental aberration   Crush your back on the floor   Affectivity knock out      You pour out the first blood   By your own treachery   False to the honor   Set a trap for yourself      Catch sight of the long tunnel   Been in the dumps   Berth a wreck alongside    The prison-ship of depression      Exiled existence   By the ordinary excuse   To avoid all responsibilities   Resolving everything plainly      Even choose your hour to die   No more vindications   So suffer on your knees   Death might knock quickly      What a punishment   To see his own blood   Spread on the marble   Of your apartments      Fever close to the body   ItÂ's time to die   Your soul is alone    Facing consciousness      When death takes you   Only god can make the choice   Uncompleted life   Dream of deliverance      Like a poet   I am lifesick   Who haunts me   I feel boredom   Who makes a mess in my life   I wish in an elsewhere      Alive in a life of vexations   I am reading your poems here   In the reign of the night   Baudelaire you are my dark sights   Your suicide is my courage      Hearten by your inspiration   To live among the others      You pour out the first blood   By your own treachery   False to the honor   Set a trap for yourself      Exiled existence   By the ordinary excuse   To avoid all responsibilities   Resolving everything plainly      Nearer to touch the stars   In this sanctuary of pain   I will come with you