I went for a stroll and the sky grayed; 

I laid for eternity upon torn hemlock stems and finally grasped repose. 

(I didn’t think you’d find me as I strayed.) 

The fog crawls to the base of the forest’s shade

and a lurid emptiness creeps in:

I went for a stroll and the sky grayed

I hasten to reach you before you fade

and smitten with a dear soul, delicately wax adoration.

(I didn’t think you’d find me as I strayed.)

Eros’s bow becomes unstrung, the liver pumps blood,

Enter nothingness’s lure and void’s clutch:

I went for a stroll and the sky grayed

I was waiting for you as my elation decayed,

And now the only hand I hold is that of melancholy…

(I didn’t think you’d find me as I strayed)

I perhaps should’ve instead searched for the elysian promenade;

At least then I would've been able to embrace the passion of apathy.

I went for a stroll and the sky grayed

(I didn’t think you’d find me as I strayed)