Death By Degrees Poem by Hal Emmerich

Death By Degrees



The world is ablaze with melancholy,
And I stand, as the tiniest sparkle
On the highest flames,
Rising higher than the roots of nature.

The lunatic little greedy grey cells,
Mad with fury, crazed with sadness,
They stumble and grumble in my skull.

The brain goes insane, all struggles are in vain,
The day will come, and the night will fall,
The witch will curse, and the dead will rise,
The monsters appear, and the Devil's eyes;

And I on the verge of insanity,
Crawling with toothless jaws,
Creeping into the rotten rabbit hole.

My luggage is ready, the bus is here,
The windows are sealed, my death is near.
The mindless talk is so queer,
And the strains to talk won't end up with cheer.
And soon, the death-bus will veer
And we all, and all that are dear,
Even the ones who sneer,
Yes, all, in a sight so drear,
Clap for the wisest seer,
Who makes it all clear,
By declaring that the apocalypse is near.

The death-song is heard, the death-row prepared.
RISE! You cowardly skin-and-bones!
And smile at the grace of time.
For it stops not where you shall desire;
It all shall end right here,
Right in your fairest moment of this-worldly fire.

Climb it! Climb it! It has been raised just for you,
Raised, so you can grab it and go down,
Yes, climb! But go down,
For the world is reversed,
And all ladder is but cursed.

All time, all action, every manner so perverted
Looks but fair in our mirror.
For the world is reversed,
And all mirror is but cursed.

I venture not into the dark forest, but
I well can hear the scary voices in the distance,
For he who shall never rest, he knows well,
The hidden deeds, my secret sins, but
He appears not, and not till the end of time,
When I'm caught in a fork deep in the forest,
And failing to choose right,
I take the darker path.

The road goes to neverland, and having done so
Breaks the gates of flesh and mortality,
Till it shivers, quivers -
And falls apart.
And there I stand, or rather lie,
Under the wreckage,
Beneath the empty sky.

(Written in December 2005 in a fit of depression)

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