save if my beloved shall aid me also... In my tempest posession are many a dull knife, utencils used by the unenlightened for the evicereation of paper... save me form pain, for pain I have enough, and bleeding may come after the destruction of my mind. As night comes and I wish to slumber ere this rest I weep bitter and morrowless tears ere I fall black, and I wish from this blackness I will no longer arise... this technique is to plant my tearstaine face upon my bedding till breath I may draw no longer, and life in my bodily furnace burn no longer.... But suffer I desire not, for my mind shall still torment me after my body's