The futility of existence
ravages my soul and
casts my spirit upon a raging tempest.
For I am old and weary, and my heart is
consumed by pain. My life swallowed by the relentlessness of the waves.
The dreams of youth are scattered and broken, tossed asunder amongst the rocks.
For there is only the cold,
only sorrow that guides my path.
There is no warmth, no sun, only the gray monotony
of an endless canopy of clouds.
And hope is in death
that releases the soul.
Hurry, my beloved friend
break my chains and set me free.
Let me rejoice in the beauty
of the beyond
and
celebrate the morning
in the sweet rhapsody of
eternity