For Much In Aplenty; Congealed In Deafness...

I could not remember, how it was when the sky turned black and gold and black again
But alas that thought is now but a banal distraction, from the pains of adulthood and loss of love
And to now that I'd toast to all but fools, within this now for times of becoming
To what ends now--you think--may I seek to greet the death of all lies again?

For indeed this blightmare is now one with the sins of no thine beloved
To each his own for this lust be but damned, for sorrows availed through nails on a hearse
For its scarce to but think of another way out, to this end or the other oh the road be the same
So shameful out lost for this reign of no terror, to lust of the rust in the peace of the hour, assailed!

But would we be the seal that insigniate the withdrawal? For indeed this black jewel be it blackened but gleaming
To all that are dreaming but never a-swimming, this red pain it has taught us well to mind this great price
For the sanity inverted I am a sin to the weak of the pious but breathing, no brethrens undead would feast on me soon
To drink back the kickback oh so joyful this Life! Too late to be saved yet this game was just starting? So over already this madness so pure?

Then rejoice for I will within or without you! For this hell no minstrel be so present to sing you to death
For this road now be carved in red knives aplenty, but for me it but sang such a joke to be laughed at the dead?
Then why am I here on this carousel-not-stopping? Too late to be steered for the path of dark angels? Or maybe the devils they'd be tired to rake me in debts?
For thine one's own lies and thine one's own lust, to rust in much peace for a sullied dyed twilight, that lingers much silently for much in aplenty; congealed in deafness...again!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012