Weltschmerz

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!