Nessun Dorma

June 1rst, 2010
....

"Who am I?" is the usual question.

In my case, "what?" might be more apt.

Fatalistic and contrite, utterly distasteful yes.

Manic apoplectic and yet you'll never know.


For every night we die, little by little, until the break of dawn.

But there will be no gleam of light, no sense of hope to

lift you up from slumber, no.


Eternity is relentless.

And in these nightly visions, hysteric demons call.

I know not where I'll be, nor how I will be.

Nevertheless, this vapid melancholic

never lacked with so much grief.


I am De-Loused in the Comatorium.

This is where I end and you begin.