Want

Step for step,

into the cutting ground.

Use your mortal sorrows to deck the thorns you found.

Draw a line,

call it an end.

Consummate your chains in the blood of all your friends.

Look up now,

at the future you've wrought,

Forgive your guilt with all these pointless things you've bought.

Step for step,

from the cutting ground.

Jump into the hole you've filled and hope in vain that you drown.