Despair

"Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind, The foul cubs like their parents are: Their den is in the guilty mind And conscience feeds them with despair."

Here's a man with a thousand wrongs written on his face, 

In his posture, etched into his very soul, 

Looking frantically for a jackhammer

To carve still more bitter truths.

A curse upon this land.

With a crooked hand

The maiden of flowers 

Makes a mockery of her work, 

Splicing strange tonics and black drugs

Into the hillside with a curious look in her eyes

And a brooding song on her rose lips 

Stirred by insane passions and thrust onto a road of longing, 

Nothing can satiate we unfortunates

That must see the end of it somehow, 

Condemned to exist in a land of beauty

That's forbidden to us, 

Exiled to bitter loneliness

We walk among the graveyards of our memories and their ghosts, 

Cursed unable to relive or forget them. 

With some, nothing will ever take the pain away, 

The constant pain compounded by the monotonous drudgery

Of every moment of daily existence, 

Reminding us by inveterate subsistence.

Who will assuage the wretched 

And their tattered hearts?

They have given up on themselves and this world,

And yet still they persist anyway

If not just to beguile the inscrutable land of the shades for another day, 

With shrewd and listless eyes

Searching for vague and flickering signs of hope 

In rare moments when their madness permits it, 

That wild form of madness not without its mockery. 

A seductress emerges from this implacable darkness

And her voice lights my way home, 

A star strewn free fall into the abyss. 

And only on the way down does another voice remind me 

That nature didn't intend for man to suffer, 

To enter a world of hate and neglect. 

Those inclement things are of his own design. 

We are all alone, 

Though we are rattled together by the same winds, 

And we come from the same soil. 

But we treat each other like monsters, 

Sleeping with one eye open 

When projecting our darkest insecurities.

We create a world of monsters of our own design, 

Arising from our own unrelenting scars of misfortune.