Many times he tried to make his life anew, All efforts were to fail, no matter what he'd do; It held him like a tyrant and made him suffer so - He tried to give it up but it wouldn't let him go. The loneliness, the sickness, the visions of the night, The tremors and convulsions that caused him so much fright; Until in deep despair, he stood upon the brink To fill a lonely grave - a victim. Don't you think? If our good friend could speak today his good advice would be: While still you can, make your escape and from this monster flee. 303