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I'm sundered.

A thousand shards of what I ought to be

Scattered among umbrageous stars

Of ancient silence.

And I'm exhausted, finally.

I screamed to the universe

my venomous capitulation and frailty.

Said it out loud among the stars,

Said it in abject defiance...

Exhausted, eternally.

They keep eyeing me,

chanting and singing songs of death,

O, luminaries of the Great Void!

And despair sets in, and I break within.

In my dreams, I make a funeral pyre

To all my hope and desire,

And a march for Death, the ancient purifier.

Life that grew within

Dissipates quietly into oblivion:

From higher self to the lowly vermin,

All embraced by my eschaton.

Who will sing my story,

The ruin of my love on the path of the spheres?

Over the aeons, over the vast expanse

Let these fragments speak of a former glory

While I, Phaethon, scatter in tears.

Deep in earth my love is lying

And I must weep alone.

I would try, but try not, to release my heart.

In my dreams, I make a funeral pyre

To all my hope and desire,

And a march for Death, the ancient purifier.