Funerals For The Final Fantasy 15. 12. 08

Epigraph:    "...Life is death's theater
A flame of silent winter where you left me alone
In a desolation of a broken promised land
You slipped away in the fire..."

                1.
Such a nasty year's ending! The freezing air smothers
Every night brings the trance; every morning just kills
I have learned to abhor myself same as the others
While the chaos o'erbrimmed me with ache, fear and ills
                2.
After all the wild nightmares the mental dysfunction
Made my innermost darkness too solid and dense
I feel hopelessness, grief and some sort of compunction
For this fucking aesthetics of grim decadence
                3.
Nothing's stayed in my reason sublime and romantic
I don't wish to depart though don't hanker to live
My soul first sad and broken then drunken and frantic
Has no any desire to cognize and conceive
                4.
Through the dead realms my spirit flies - formless and pallid
For the human race may only lie, scorn and flout
My composed manifestoes are quite sound and valid
But yet "nobody wants you when you're down and out"
                5.
I have known how despair comes and how the dream crashes
Love drowns torn and defiled in the life's poison sea
And the imagery - the black pearl... the gray ashes...
Seems the rubbish that fades with my last fantasy
                6.
Lust, endearment and fervor, attachment and passion
Were the small blinks of joy 'gainst the earth's perfect hell
Now my subsequent way is the slow retrogression
Mid the pestilence quelling the chance to rebel
                7.
And the plague's led mankind to the maze of perdition -
Ninety seven per cent have the brains of a ram
Need but glamour, drink, drugs and the shows of coition
They ain't worth e'en a damn from the space where I am.
                8.
...Like the fiends of decease at the castle's watch-towers
My abstruse rhymes have presaged this world's suicide
To lament o'er the doomed I've no more psychic powers
But my haggard heart's still where my destiny's died