Mortal

And can I let this "living" cease,
To grasp what's buried underneath
This ground, my grave with death’s decay
And dare to lose the light of day?
Six feet above, my bones have sought
To cause this flesh of mine to rot
Away. If only I could die
And so defeat this mortal lie.
If only I could mortify
Myself. Then let this mortal die.
Then let this mortal down to lie.