The jagged rocks below await
My dreary suicidal fate –
A voice appears from far below
To tempt me — to make me let go.

“You have ran throughout your life
From every pain — from every strife.
There is nowhere else to hide
But in the darkness — suicide!

I am all you have, dear friend
I am your long awaited end
Kill the world — all in vain…
Come to me and leave the pain.”

“I am all I have,” I said
Beyond the limits of my head,
“You are nothing to my soul –
Only I can make me whole.

I am anger — I am hate
I am evil — I am fate
You are nothing but a tree
In my forest — burning free.

Throw the moral and the good –
I thrive in silent solitude.
I am death and shall not die
For you nor for your tempting lie.”

And thus my words rang slowly down
To Hades and its ruling crown
And silence filled the midnight air
As the heavens held my stare.

Moonlight, moonlight, I am alone
Finding my dark soul’s corner-stone.
Now that I have pushed hell away,
I shall have to live in fear everyday.

May I be happy? May I feel joy?
Could I ever cease to destroy
My own soul? In all I have done,
I have both lost and won.

And the war takes its toll
On each protective wall
And the flames of my rage
Have bled into each page.

Mortals have poked into each gaping hole
Of my wounds and have stabbed into my soul –
How the demon shrieks in its deafening way
From the pain of a fate that would not go away.

Moonlight, moonlight, is it now too late
To request my passage through Lucifer’s gate?
Am I condemned to drown in the pain
That has driven you to declare me insane?

But the clouds hid the moon
So regretfully soon.
There was not a word, not a single reply –
What else to expect from an eternal sky?

All hell had gone and the moon had just left
Me alone in my sorrow — and for this I wept.
Who else in this night shall abandon me here
As each lovely star starts to disappear?

Farewell, dear Orion, may thy hunt go well
Though you leave me to die in my personal hell.
Have you no compassion for your childhood friend
Whom you visit each winter upon each day’s end?

All, in turn, began to leave –
The weavers now have stopped to weave
The knotted fate they wove for me
And threw the cloth unto the sea.

I have fought to stay alive — why? I do not know.
Perhaps I cared for life a long long time ago.
I have been urged to stay alive but none could tell me why –
Now that I’ve vowed to flee from death, I am abandoned here to die.