Demands relentless meed, and thus I live,
Loathing the living, yet afraid to die.
How often have I tried to end it all!
So often have I failed. I, who was known
Wide as a living terror of red death,
Whom countless victims of my sword have cursed
Dying,—I am afraid to kill myself.
I have lain down and bade goodbye to earth,
Glared at the jeering sea and mocking sand,