Moribund Resolutions

A later Remaking of "Bitterness of the Masses

I have tasted the lips of betrayal,

losing myself in the deceit of entitled eyes.

I have lived the shame of this dark portrayal

Losing this soul to the distance of others' lies.

 

I have seen all the world,

partaken in all the known stages.

I have played the parts of king and herald,

losing all the passion that rages.

 

Look unto me now, a heart in decay;

linger in this solitude with me like a stone.

Feel this nothing inside, all mottled in dismay;

fall into the void, a shadow all alone.

Long for absolution with me, waiting forever on a god so cold.

 

Happiness is only a figment,

a hamstring cut by the cruelest blade.

Sorrow always wins out like an orphaned miscreant;

tormenting us like children, alone and afraid.

 

Everyone loses in the end;

life fails in its meaning.

We all die in solitude no matter the rend;

the universe being a hateful deity, hurtful and disarming.