It all seems to get stranger

The more I live on

Under the "dead hand of the past"

Where have all my days gone?

The hardest part of letting go

Is not having to say goodbye

It's enduring the years thereafter

That become a lifetime

In my own private hell

To innocence, farewell

Is Hedonism all that remains?

Collect all notions of mysticism

And commit them to the flames

It's all a joke

Like the morals you invoke

And there are no rules

In this game

But I would rather this private hell

Than the eternal realm of lies

Abandon puerile thoughts you must

It was all superfluous

In my own private hell

Although still veridical

If nothing else

Staring deep in the void

It has nothing to say

So what more can one say

To escape from the cliché?

We have all been betrayed

By our own naïveté

In this epoch of indifference

Purpose is washed away

Countless moments

Now lost in time

Like tears in the rain