The Departed

The music filled my dying senses -
The honest song of a bleeding heart.
Brooding words from fervid lips dispenses;
The chaos of a secret self being torn apart.

It was a soft and lonely sigh; it was a quiet whisper
Drifting to destitute ears; It was an earnest lay.
A fervent plea; A proud but solemn murmur,
Bearing grief and begging ardently to, "Stay."

But I listened with austere indifference; My bane
Is my own sober pledge of abstinence for eternity.
I hoped that mine was heart that no longer felt the glorious pain
That came with every heartbreak and every damned finality.

So my specter dimmed and faded - too sad; too twisted.
Unchained to life it was nothing but an unworthy shade;
A shadow of a former self - a Departed;
A fascimile of What Was; A soul at Death's door gravely laid.

I say goodbye to the World and good riddance!
This Life is but an egregious step to Immortality.
Whether it is in Hell we reside, or Heaven - what is the difference?
We are willing slaves to this common moral brutality.

You, me, her, him, them - who knows what we will find
At the end of our long and winding roads - the lonely avenues?
Every haunting is a flagrant rebellion to the stupid and blind
Ambition of all political, hypocritical, insensate ingenues.

And yet no man is a paragon, no original
No apotheosis of virtuos self-prudence.
And every self-virtue is nothing but a mindless and banal
Mockery of the truth of stringent diligence.

So must every man strive in good order and careen to another man's tune,
To fulfill the same sad dream we all think is just -
Of a Life spent in decent and well-earned fortune,
Until we are feeble and old and turned to dust.

So I say goodbye to Myself and good riddance!
Though farewells seem moot at this trice.
I leave you with these thoughts as a last act of defiance -
The least bit of contrary move I could device.

Long live good morals and sound judgement!
Without them this world would've turned to dust.