Third Attempt - Carpathian Forest

Come death

Before it slips through my hands

Like long-drawn echoes merging far away

To a deep and pounding harmony

Vast as the night and as vast as light

Scents, colours and sounds to each other reply

Your wounds are infected

And life neglected

These are the autumn years

Haunted nights of ghosts and shadows

You cut the wound to release the pus

You cut your wrist

You do not wish to live

And kissed the world bloodred

Through coldness