Close To The Ultimate Void impromptu
I rest with the sounds of a funeral drum
The white blanlet's palled the dispirited land
For what I exist still I don't understand
Oblivion... none to forgive and forget
Behind the door only an infinite flat
No future nor past - just the cemetery's snow
And its frozen ghosts whispering somewhere below
The vapour enshrouded the tenebrous field
The blank universe with the numbness is filled
I linger for nothing I hurry to wait
But keep in my brain the inception of hate
The faceless perdition - the sanctum is torn
Thus lachrymose time has no way to go on
My mental interment I shall not avoid
Today I get close to the ultimate void
The permanent loneliness, darkness and doom
I brought to the shores from my sheltering room
To falter, to follow, to hardly refrain
This madness that grows in the cradle of pain
But now I returned to the world of despair
To waste my insight, expectations and flair
If life is a cancer and death gives no calm,
I'll drink for this blazing eternity's charm
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