Level 3 - Talker
Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: Oblivion
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A Nihilistic Nocturne
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"A Nihilistic Nocturne"
The night’s sky is so dark and dismal,
The moonlight is both dim and pale,
Lethargy hangs palpably in the air,
I can’t find hope anywhere.
The stars above are out of reach,
No matter how intently I beseech,
The night grows cold and so do I,
Welcoming oblivion- prepared to die.
The calm of night- so peaceful and pure,
The last mortal evening I must endure,
Silhouettes dance upon the ground,
Enveloping those who they surround.
Cornered by my own desire,
Awaiting the perpetual fire,
To berate me for my impudence,
To my Creator’s greatness.
Tonight is my grand liberation,
My internecine vindication,
A nepenthe to assuage my mind,
To leave me deaf, and numb, and blind.
The cool, wet grass caresses my skin,
As my complacency is wearing thin,
The leaves rustle gently in the breeze,
Whilst apathy brings me to my knees.
The crickets chirp and owls sing,
And I still can’t feel anything,
Neither joy nor sorrow in my soul,
No emotion left for me to extol.
In the dewy grass I lay my head,
To bury the things I left unsaid,
My heart is aching for a cure,
To the whispers making me unsure.
These nearly inaudibly voices I hear,
Deplete my courage and instill fear,
I thought that I could withstand fate,
But I’m too weary to sit back and wait.
This poison that I clench shall be,
The panacea that will heal me,
Releasing me from this mortal hell,
I suppose that it is just as well.
I felt no joy or happiness,
Only banality and listlessness,
So now it’s time to bid adieu,
To everything I thought I knew.
As my last will and testament,
A fitting requiem and lament,
Hear this all who denounce me,
As a rank youth fixated on tragedy:
Don’t call me selfish, or wayward,
Don’t call me reckless or a coward,
I had a spirit no one could console,
This private suicide is making me whole.
I implore you now to shed no tears,
For your discordant sobs fall on deaf ears,
Don’t waste your prayers on my soul,
For my fate is out of your control.
A Silent Tear can’t invigorate another,
A Bleeding Heart cannot heal a lover,
An Obstinate Mind can’t resolve strife,
And an Unspoken Word cannot save a life.
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