Untitled #1
(Working Title: "Rhapsody in Black: An Official Challenge")
Sing to me a tragedy
Of lost love and misery.
Show me a world without fear,
And I'll show you one without tears.
Show me an empire with eternal rain,
And I'll show you one with unceasing pain.
But I live in a world of falling tears
And see my end is drawing near.
But I live in an empire of cold rain
And feel I fight my battle in vain.
I was led through dark meadows by your father
Yet cast out when I mentioned his utter failure.
I want a world with no gods and no prayer,
Freedom from your chains and your bloody nadir.
Once upon in a great manor
I bathed with sickness and slept with terror.
It was a night of dismal silence
That left me feeling both weak and tense.
For in the place where lovers die,
No one grieves and no one cries.
'Tis in this place I long to be,
The home of suffering and agony.
But this place is cloaked in myth
Except for those who have been pithed.
Dismissed and thrown out, I descend deeper.
My faith in you has already withered.
You whisper about my bleeding heart
But do not in my life take part.
I'm lost within the cold feeling of space
Yet hide from your ugly mystical face.
I want to live in the dark of night
And cause the stars to tremble with fright.
So just kill me now,
And I'll show you the happiest man alive.
Originally written:
November 10, 2000
Put online:
March 18, 2001
Discussion:
This isn't one of my favorite works, but here it is anyway. Its major underlying tone is one of religion. The last stanza could be read two ways. First, by killing me, the reader would make me happy because I would no longer have to fight against him or her. Second, by killing me, the reader would make himself or herself happy because he or she would no longer have to deal with me. I would no longer be around to piss them off (but it's important to remember that evil and Satan are necessary otherwise there would be no need for "the Church"...which there really isn't a need for, anyway, but I digress).
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