weltschmerz

an albatross around your neck an existence beautifully [furiously] held upon your brow the insatiable void gnaws relentlessly all bridges burned your blood runs cold illusions fade you must contend [with] being and nothingness an indelible blight: a sin you cannot erase suicide — a grand stance a drop of nothing, in a sea of nothingness why must you cast the pearls before swine? why must you let the beasts devour your flesh? imbibe the wine till the last bitter drop spit [it] on god and the heavens above! enthrone your soul in the maw of the void and reign as lord in your personal hell!

a lonesome path leads to your demise a moonlit night paints a still life ensorcelled by sin wandering towards the precipice a pitch black fate: no light will dare tread the longer you try the deeper you're buried the higher you aim the farther you fall the sun rises uncaring the moon waxes and wanes the conceit of your melancholy buried under the weight of the ages! I wander these lonely mountains painfully aware of my folly I witness indifferent stars let tears flow freely I revel in my mortality and pen these lonely verses I yearn for the cold wind of aeons to cleanse this world of my blemish the azure firmament remains the verdant hills recur eternal unaware of the age of man and silence reigns — forever!