Does the belief overturn the ruling
If all the animals suddenly rejoiced
At the news of your bitter deaths?

Maybe then no one would aim
To destroy your worthless soul
And save you from the spiraling staircase,
Signifying the tremulous downfall of Existence.

Where all the men came to that
Burrow in the circular field
And jumped into a fountain
Of lonely and miserable tides.

Move faster away from the current,
Move towards an endless sky
Where shadows wander slowly around
Waiting to be found.

A howling screech comes from the West
As change brings new form to the idolized frame;
With menaced and hatred the eerie soul
Drops rays of grief and misery on seedless fruits
And my self rots, buried in a pile of decay,
Ready to be burned and taken aloft;
Then is it true that we are alien to each other:
No woman for a man, no man for a woman
One to hold and care—no my arms are bare
Why does anxiety come so quickly but
Leave in no fast hurry?
The panicking, the lamenting, the grieving—
What does it all amount to?
In darkness, a beacon of light comes to no man
For once he has left this mortal coil,
He won’t feel anything;
Alas, it seems sadness gives more pleasure to my soul
Than any happiness I could receive from Death;
What a shame that is—a cold warmth to consolidate my fate.

Stars, stars, where are you tonight?
Why aren’t you here, shining so bright?
Soon the sun will show through,
And the sky will turn blue.
Why, oh why, did you let these clouds cover you?

Music was the dream that no man
Tried to lose from himself
But if he felt the need to
Discard himself from the road
Perhaps then this is what it is
And all the incoherence suddenly
Sprung forth
And drowned the entrancing sirens,
Allowing him to shine, to radiate
To live.

As the rain falls down upon my soul
It fails to wash away any of my mistakes,
Those mistakes that live within;

That never come out to play
But always haunt my day.
The clouds vanish away
And the flooded valleys give way,
Beckoning forth a rapid decay
Of my soul, which has gone astray.
These sins always seem to prey,
And the backdrop’s color gray
Drowns myself in Pain’s bay.

As the rain falls down upon my soul
It fails to wash away any of my mistakes,
Those mistakes that live within.
Those mistakes that make Him grin.

In the deepest caverns of your heart,
I found no solemn reminding of my love;
Only what I found was hatred forever,
And a dying mourning whimper from a dove. 

You try to reach out to the people who you think care about you most. You try to make them understand how you feel.  You can’t make them. It doesn’t matter that they won’t listen to you; it doesn’t matter that they don’t really care about you. All you really ever have is yourself, and sometimes you’ll even lose faith in that.

The painful memories will haunt you forever.
The miserable grievances will stay tightly coiled together within the depths of your mind.
Tragedy, it seems, is everlasting.

Somewhere out there is solace:
A deep acceptance of your past mistakes.

Somewhere out there is serenity:
Knowing that you are alone under the stars.

Somewhere out there is truth:
You will die and the world will move on.

as the ocean waves went against the levee
the land gave out a shrieking cry,
for soon it would be drowning 
in a pool of fear
and despair.

you can be my sun,
and i’ll be your horizon—
together we’ll be the sunset.

the stars will shine later
but until then we’ll be a duet,
dancing away as the backdrop
of the world.

all the people will smile at us
and clap their lovely hands
at our waltz.

the night has just begun my dear;
with me you have nothing to fear.

the abyss of pain settles down
and reveals the mistakes of life;
everything i’ve done is brought forth
to punish my everlasting soul.
i sit on the stand waiting for
the ultimatum for me.

why don’t trees whose leaves have fallen
have to feel a loss?
why don’t bees whose honey has been taken
have to feel a loss?
why don’t  the dead whose lives have been taken
have to feel a loss?

yet it’s never enough—
the price of life
is death,
and i’m waiting for that
end—for my loan
of existence
to finally be paid.