Trapped in an asylum of my very mind
With no more than unanswerable thoughts,
I ponder deeply as my mind rots,
Yearning for the solution that I cannot find.
Pity, I cannot inquire behind
Nor to the Greatest of all enlightened despots,
Who can untie the toughest knots,
Alas! Within myself I remain lined.
To take my life, death is here.
Psychologically, I have already died.
He calls me to him as I stare,
I stepped forward, thinking the good side,
That I’d be relieved form this eternal nightmare.