Abandon All Hope Poem by Chris Noir

The night was young
As we wasted the last
Glimpses of conscience
To the void they were fed

And bit by bit the reality
Crawled out of the bodies
Of the deceased
It went away, away with ease.

Through the last gasp of Erol
I could hear them erase
The last piece of serenity
Out of the desolate space

The sighs of the dying planet
By the wind had flown
Everything fell apart
Through the floor of the bedrock

Abandon all hope
He who enters and loses the course
tie the ropes
And leave the room with dignity

Paper suffered the blood
To pass through its dismembered pale,
Body that once was
Another being in the air

Those words crept in
By the hand of Thoth
Through the abandoned temple
Of human existence.

Those who await the hand of
A loving god in their life
Will wait a century more
For their failed prayers

Denial fills the hearts
Of puppets folded in rows
As the fog of morpheus
Closes another door

Abandon all hope
He who gets born into this world
tie the ropes
And forget the sight so stunning to behold

Abandon all hope
He who sees the infinite truth
Tie the rope
And say goodbye to the dream.

Crave, and wish, from the moment you leave the womb,
And then feed your soul with disappointment,
Until there's no more sorrow to
swallow and digest,
as the ravens indifferent to suffering
look upon this world
With the eyes of the keeper
of the invisible bridge,
Of light and of color
And death,
By the fire of infinite
Drops of oil.