I don't exactly wish that I was dead--
But do admit I'd much prefer to dwell
In somewhere lost and lonely as my thoughts
Perhaps deep in the bottom of a well...

My tears all lost within the gen'ral damp,
Where nothing could remind me of regret.
To be away from all, and all forget--
My dearest wish, Oh darling, oubliette.

I'd guess that this was your intention, too.
It's easier for you to leave me there,
Forsake me to the quick obscuring gloom,
Than to remember kissing golden hair...

Remembrance belongs not within this breach--
Enough. Let us be lost then, each to each.