'The 'gift' of life is ultimately the curse of death.'
Like a random spark to flare and die
Like snowflakes drifting, sobbing whispers melting in the wind
A lively peculiarity, and the death maiden smiles
Resist this creeping terror...
On broken wings and a splintered dream
With silent earth and a motionless sky
Random creatures of undelivered worth
Many times a captive, of this tiresome Earth...
Our solemn voices smile, but silently beg to die
An unbearable truth, a heartbroken sigh...
Executed prisoners, screaming to be free...
Oblivious hostages, locked away with the key...
Never expecting victory, and never accepting defeat
Crashing thunder, the evening pain subsides...
Life flows in rivers... as the lightning sets the clouds ablaze
In the warm company of roaches, in this blood-laden daze
Hallucinations of an afterlife, the mailed fist of oblivion crushes us with a kiss
A heart crushing gesture, an existence only a mortal could miss
Celebrate with sordid certainty, the lovely cemetery lights shine...
A creaking coffin, an exhausted jerk, and a gaping silent good-bye
But death is the correction to this mortal dilemma
Grieving orphans, groveling at the feet of fate
Sulking in time, a lifetime too late...
An Autumn moan and a Spring scream
For the Love of Life does wane...
In the winter's chill and the summer's rain
