Fellow traveller in the shadow of life,
upon the gaunt spires of despair,
let not your spirit be rent,
but frolic in those shades of dreams misplaced.
Blazes a midnight sun of agony sweet,
and the morning star of blackest hope.
Lament not, but embrace these beacons of damnation
and accept the illusory truth.
Partake the nectar of indifferent solace,
which ebbs through all the darker places of our being,
and make your life’s blood of pain.
For truly,who has suffered that has not lived.