I hear the languages of south
As a dark angel accepts me
Under her wings,
With dry skin and soft eyes
I head into oblivion
Through this tunnel of light.
My heart appears new and unaccessible
In divine blood.
I lived without victory until now
But right here in the milky light
Among monsters I thrive.
I'm dying in joy.
It's pure violence in my mind
When I take account of the past
I am handsome in my death, really beautiful
Soothed by my departing soul.
Shifting away I don't care
As it is no longer mine.
I have a vision and now
I step on to the bridge to learn
The horrendous wisdom of life.