Drink deep of your mortality
Accept the blueprint for non-achievement
The well-tread path of capitulation
Bury the suffering and the ecstasies
When will the old gods be avenged?
Extol a life of compromise
Resigned to quiet submission
Welcome boredom and banal normality
Farewell to joy and laughter and trust
Welcome fear, suspicion, and hatred
There is the stench of the gathering of flies
You have the look of a strangled child
You have the look of a hollow shell
You have the look of a rotting corpse
Entombed under intolerable weight
In the delusions of wish fulfillment
Escape the standards of youth, find sanctuary
In a cringing half life
It’s called moving on, it’s called growing up
It’s called giving up
Lurking in the shadow, the shadow of your past
Lurking in the blackness of acquiescence
Pathetic acceptance
