THE SOLEMN ODE

What do you do

When the line gets blurred

Between good and evil,

When the lie seems true

And the truth stands alone?

How do you stand

When you’re standing alone?

What do you say

When you can’t change anything anyway?

O and I’m so tired of trying,

But I haven’t even moved.

And I’m so afraid,

But the crazy thing is,

I think I’m afraid of me.

Because what if I’m wrong?

Sometimes I’d rather be wrong.

But I can’t escape the truth

Even if I try.

It follows me.

It won’t let me go.

Help me,

I’m standing alone.

No, not quite alone.

But the worst thing about company

Is that it hurts the most

When everyone leaves,

Because in the end,

We’re all betrayed.

Now I want to run,

Fly away like a bird,

But the truth doesn’t follow me

As something from the outside,

But from the inside it burns.

From the inside-out,

I cry out!

When will this end?

I hate your wars!

You call it peace.

I hate your words!

You call it love.

I hate your lies!

You call it sweet.

I hate your laws!

You call it god.

Should I bow down?

Should I surrender?

Should I let this become me?

Never!

I will not go down without a fight!

I will rage against the dying of the light!

Maybe I’m just angry,

Maybe I’m just crazy.

That’s what you’ll say.

You loved me only yesterday.

What about today?

What changed?

What changed?

Some things are never meant

To be understood,

Sometimes I only wish I could.

But the heart is wicked,

And the heart is stone,

And in life there are the still,

And in life there are the dead.

My hands are covered in my own blood.

I’ve been digging morning, noon, and night,

Tilling the soil for the slightest sign,

The slightest hope.

Has it been a year already?

No, not quite, but it’s time…

 

“Ode to the black boughs

Of that old withered tree,

No fruit have you borne for me.

Your fruit is bitter, O so bitter.

When I tasted you,

I spewed you out of my mouth!”

 

If you have fruit,

Spring forth and bud.

Do not hold back,

For now the season has come.

I guess this is it,

I guess this is goodbye.

I know it’ll hurt more

Than I can bear,

But I don’t really mind,

I’m dying anyway.

Even still, I hope, I pray,

O maybe it’s possible,

For something gold to stay.

And I will not bow down,

I will not surrender.

I will not go down without a fight.

I will rage against the dying of the light.

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