The darkness comes once more
to the land of restless souls.
As my eyes gaze into the black
quilt of night, my memory, forsaken
evermore, shivers as the breathe
of the heeded chant of time
discloses another door.
I sing to my shattered heart
a weeping lullaby.
I morn the shreds of tortured skin
to whom, one day, with sour regret,
I will have to wave goodbye.
A pawn I\'ve been
in an endless game of creation\'s
joke and throttle,
for I have not lived,
I say, my youth of years,
but still I will have to die.
So to Pleasures I have not known
I wish to raise a plentiful chalice;
to put my lips on that forbidden wine
and savour all its poison.
Oh, You that read and shake your head
with blush and disapproval,
don\'t judge me vile or libertine,
for day by day your life
is ending and your flesh and beauty
are being dismantled.
And you will blemish with every sunset
and, for so, become futile.
That day will come, for it is now tomorrow,
and you will be, like me, startled
by that pitch black night,
so thick and enduring
of regret and endless sorrow.