And who are you trying to save?
Go, drown thy sorrows and thy self
In a casket of too-sweet wine.
That your ghost might walk
to torment the dreams of your brothers
Whose eyes have been plucked out
By carrion siblings
Who can you save, unseeing, unbreathing?
Who can you save, if you yourself are damned?

...Thank you, Duke of Gloucester. I have to go back to school soon.