Time corrodes the clock,
The clock devours the day,
The ocean destroys the dock
‘Till the vessel floats away.

Streams bristle with water;
The samovar precedes the tea;
My veins veil the slaughter
That lies in wait for you and for me.

All that matters is matter;
The soul is but a ruse;
And it is but my blood that splatters
When I die to please my muse.