By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them, <br />I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes, <br />But think myself into a god; old Death <br />Shall dream he has slain me, and I'll creep behind him, <br />Thrust off the bony tyrant from his throne <br />And beat him into dust. Or I will burst <br />Damnation's iron egg, my tomb, and come <br />Half damned, ere they make lightning of my soul, <br />And creep into thy carcase as thou sleepest <br />Between two crimson fevers. I'll dethrone <br />The empty skeleton, and be thy death, <br />A death of grinding madness. -- Fear me now; <br />I am a devil, not a human soul --<br /><br />Thomas Lovell Beddoes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-man-5/
