my rage has drove away… decent to subst*tute the soar. the ethereal delight of life pervert to utmost woe.
should it be blood that must atone, take, oh take my life alone! for from this sad descent newborn virtues shall arise.
to heal these scars engendered by my proper habitus. and to render these torments (seemingly) more bearable to the soul.
short was my way, fair, smooth and plain, to let all easy pleasures reign! enjoying the sweet elysian grove, the host of pleasure, seat of love. embath’d in bliss and wrapt in ease, carelessness seemed to never cease…
o, narcotic dependence!
yet as an eerie mosaic festered in amongst all happiness the bane of my peace and genuine author of my shame!
but how trivial seem a human’s profane concerns when a whole kind bleeds, and grov’ling lies, panting for liberty and life…
i’d have sung in nocturnal notes of my inner labyrinth – dark and deep of the void amorph infinite… a sad frozen lament of nature’s ancestors – khaos and its purest sp*wn: dim night and her all-universal eldest darkness!
my rage has drove away… decent to subst*tute the soar. the ethereal delight of life pervert…
should it be blood that must atone, take, oh take my life alone! for from this sad descent newborn virtues shall arise.
thus letting this sinister reflection take an expansive ride into the all too perilous pit.
i remain – unmourned yet wheatherbeaten… and alone.
i’d have sung in nocturnal notes of my inner labyrinth – dark and deep of the void amorph infinite… a sad frozen lament of nature’s ancestors – khaos and its purest sp*wn: dim night and her all-universal eldest darkness!