I walk the path of the undead.
And as always I feel the dread,
Knowing that my path may go
On forever. I feel so low,
among the sapients of the world.

For they regard me with disdain
because my feelings cannot change.
I start to hate even myself,
And how can one not hate oneself,
When he walks the path of the undead.

No light, no love, not even hope,
Walking through a blank kaleidoscope
Which one could call an undead's world.
IT is like walking through a dreamworld,
But forget the dream.

But wait! Hark! I can assure,
I am off to seek the cure!
Don't give up on me just yet
I am undead and I regret,
Ever making that decision at all.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lanosian, in the year 206 MA.