It would be so simple, I should think
To tip the glass and take a drink
And what would happen then, I wonder
Just what would be rent asunder?
In drunken stupor perchance a fall
Exquisite Oizys come to call?
Damned infernal curiosity!
Oh, why must you cry out to me?
Just a single simple quenching sip
Into the ethers I would slip
But what of those I would leave behind
Who’ll never see this act as kind?
That cup indeed is both harsh and grave
Yet the other side is all I crave
From that great vantage all I can see
Despite all those who’ll weep for me
Is lasting peace and restful slumber
Silent days of untold number
Plagued nevermore with unfettered thought
Nor left to own what others wrought
But this life-long fight at last will cease
It shan’t be long 'til sweet release
This is not the giving up of hope
It’s just another way to cope
For now I shall lay me down to sleep
I'll pray the Lord my soul to keep
But if I should die before I wake
I'll pray the Lord my soul to take