I will mark my body with worldly inks of sorrow and misery
as though I cannot love; proof of all that I endure
I admire you in all your ways
your filthy riches and heavenly women
I want to be like you;
bloodstained and full to the brim.
I have flung my heart away and serve the one below
all I need is one word to end my waiting
Then I can become like you;
soullessly, hideously rich.