The hell with it all!
That's the point of my living.
Why should I care for the craving for being?

Leading a life
Of a man in decay
Should be a sin of no more than a day.

Why do I love
A woman in guise?
For my soul only lingers in a lake of petty lies.

She seems to love,
And then to hide.
How can I finally make her decide?

No point in thinking,
And no meaning in waiting,
For love that won't come as long as I'm craving.