the dead mind

Oh Hades, thou of the damned tongue,
I command thee,
abjure thee,
take my soul.

The crafts of men have hid my words.
my soul is barren.
my grave is dug.
Take me. Take me whole.

Hades!
I command...
I implore...
take me...

What more can I endure?
What rictus smile?
What tortured drop of time?
No more.

Oh Hades, please, call with gilded tongue,
command me to thee,
free me,
take my soul.

Take the breath of life from my words.
the craft is barren.
the grave is dug.
Free me. Take my soul.

Hades!
Give command!
Do not ignore...
free me.

Cicero's virtues are too much to endure,
and the wise man's journey of a mile,
so I ask thee one last time,
and no more,

Hades! Free me!