DOOM (Death's Ode)
March 29, 2005
Death in my dungeon
Stoops down in an airless greeting
Fosters on my desire to disappear
Its triumphal dance begins
Where is that land between Tigris and Euphrates
Of promised beauty, peace, and untouched bliss?
Was known to mankind as Eden
Now whispered to only be a legend
Were there such nirvana lays on earth
My soul will not be spent and labored
Still I wish not be destroyed nor will I wish to be broken
Like fluttering wings the whisper resounds
Why then this treacherous part of me compels to meet my doom?
Satisfied I am not but wilted and withered I've become
In the end will I be another wayward mutter?
Sorely known as regret
How I find it ugly to accept