Cold wind blows forth from tepid lungs as Jacobís Ladderís out of rungs.
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Two migs of atropine are hung yet still no warmth alights this tongue
So pull me from this cataclysm of cacophonous despair!
I crawl into the catacombs with more agonal air?
Hark! Hear I the harbinger shriek, as myositis makes me weak,
Now I have five or maybe ten and fight this on a losing streak!
A fifty pack-year history and suddenly a mass they see!
The banshees seize and scream at me, and at their whim Iíll cease to be.
Save me father from the father, right now or donít fucking bother!
And finally see I the light, I see it now, oh mother!
Weep not for me as now I see I will not weep for thee
Soon will it be, although not true, my spirit is set free.
I rage against the light I see that slowly fizzles out
That light, oh that horrendous fright, what was it all about?
Are we condemned to live in ever existential doubt?
Oh from what oracle does any end stage wisdom spout?
The wisest man in Greece, aye him, would never even know.
When staring at eternal night heíd only sleep to show.
Yet soon I join him as join all, the final curtain call
And all whom I have ever loved will see their spirits fall.
Hecate daily casts her shadow oíer all the Earth
Taking with her the living, while leaving only dearth.
And in her law by which the likes of men all must abide
I add my tears to millions whom for this lot have cried.
And now the light fades out, it gets so dark in here again
Surrender I control and I have surely lost all then
So soon will all Iíve tasted, touched, seen, loved, heard, known be gone.
The world ending, mind distending, still I carry on.
And now I see the door that I must open now, I know.
I enter here Pandoraís Box as surely as spring snow.