I shouldn't
It is a good thing that life is so horrible,
Lest we become too fond of it too soon
Beauty and hate surround us and we seek to embrace it all
We can't have what we desire most and we seek it till our end
Dealing with every trivial pursuit that fancies us
Our hearts bent on the whims of dreams deeply dreamt.
Dying in agony of pleasure that has had us for ages
We've lost all but our souls and in those we don't believe
Lost all but the heavens that hold no hope at all
We delve into the hells that befriend us
Take me away and torture my remaining being
Leave me with nothing but a rotting, writhing life
So I can die a thousand times on the sword you cast for me
I'll live for ever more on the balance of this world
Wake me not upon this night suddenly slumbered
Let me find rest upon the pillow of thy breast
And forever sleep on your dream deeply dreamt
That I might find myself cleansed and ready anew.
Cragged and callous my arteries have bled enough
I have nothing left to give this world but hell itself
In myself and inside of you I've dwelt too long
Now I'm nothing but the evil you've built
We stand before us and quake in fear
Loathing what we've become despite ourselves
There is no reprieve that we can stand in our life
Bend in fear and live in love, life is all we have.
Dreams deeply dreamt and soon to fade away
It is a good thing that life is too horrible
So we can dwell in it with comfort so well known
Before it all goes away and no one remembers us at all.
I love you all.