Apocalypse Now
Kurtz: [intercepted radio message] I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.

There was no Life
in your Tears
as you wept your Grief
There was a Beauty
in your Death
as you lay broken in the Soil
There was an indifferent Cold
in my Soul
as I dreamed eternally in the Womb of Eve