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WASTELAND

I. OMNIS IN MORTE VIVIMUS

(The End of Life)
How clearly I remember this
memory still numbs my mind the
darkened nights paint darker skies an
empty vault I can not accept
the end of life without a death
is endless turning in descent
through withering lights that slowly bend
a twisting cloud that overwhelmed
and blew me down into this hell
where rotting corpses rest until
the graveyard pit has had its fill
and belches forth the stench that kills
whatever's left of unholy will
forever lost in deep unrest
befitting this perverted quest
awakened in my empty breast
a stillness worse than any death
for endless days from dusk to dawn
I watched her through my fevered eyes
that burned with lust and hate and fear
and shed remorse in crimson tears
for she's the goddess of midnight
like the serpent that drains the life
or the garden from which mankind
is banished till the end of time
I checked myself lest I regret
but now it seems I wished for death
she pressed my head to her pale neck
I felt the slowing pulse of time
watched stillness fall like flakes of ice
from frozen clouds that filled the sky
so sudden like a flash of light
that wrapped us then in darker night
I reeled back hard and tried to fight
the swirling misty dream that's like
the passing of a thousand lives
forgotten in the surging strife
at last we shared this dismal plight
where love's eternal emptiness
embraces death as if in bliss
reflecting on this time gone by
I see each day though I have died
in endless ways I can't describe
the lustful thirst we shared each night
yet overwhelmed by silent dread
I think of all that went unsaid
how many times that I have bled
and how she left me in the end
I'll never understand this pain
that smolders like the Titan's fire
or justify the empty rage
that chains me to a barren cage
a stolen fate for me transpires
as swirling vultures fill the sky
they shred my heart a thousand times
a thousand times and every day
my heart reforms so once again
I rise at night though I am dead
and still I wish I could forget
the dreadful days which I have spent
wandering through an immortal death
to endless years of emptiness
as cold and dry as my dead flesh
like memories I hold of her
the questions of eternal fate
that burn with an infernal hate
of everyone and everything
that dies in life or lives in death
or fails to find the guiding light
confiding dreams that she once gave
the night before she dug my grave
and sealed my predetermined fate
beneath a crypt of darker days
inside a tomb where I await
the end of life for which I crave
so I can finally escape
this wasteland that's become my place
the heart that needs a wooden stake
please wake me from undeath.

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