The Mournful Refusal

Alone, rational thoughts submerged by the fear

Dark, only faint visions of the cruelty appear

In sporadic tone, the composition of beauty turned grim

and cold...

Once again, I must face the horrors of regret

Antiquity arrives before it is welcomed

Only to leave behind an empty shell of dilirium.

Waiting only prolongs the wanting

Living only prolongs the arriving

Death knows no regret of a mournful refusal

In sporadic tones the compositions of beauty turned grim

and cold...