St.john

I live yet do not live

I wait as life goes by

This life I live alone I view

As robbery of life

And so it is a constant death

With no way out at all

God hear me what I say is true

I do not want this life

I am so removed from you I say

What kind of life can I have

I pity me yet my fate is clear

I will keep up this lie

The fish taken from out the sea

Is not without reprieve

Its dying is a brief affair

And then it it brings relief

Yet what convulsive death

Can be as bad as my own life

I live yet do not live at all

I die yet do not die at all

The more I live the more I die

The more I live the more I die

I live yet do not die at all

I die yet do not live at all