Chamber of Sorrow

The echoes of silence set the hour. Gagged in the chains of depression, I fall away. No more, I will be bolted fast in the anchor of melancholy. But finally get my longing fulfilled - for leaving. Did I drink too much from the goblet of life and hope? Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?
For my battle against the pain of emptiness and this intoxication of the angst of death, is all that is left, that is mine. In my loneliness I still know, that I have none to thank but myself. This is why I remain calm, as the rope is tightening around my neck. Silent witnesses cannot give comfort. The ordinary man in the assembly of the grave choir and the land of perdition that I created by my own hands.
This intense attraction to the portals of death that I have, a wandering study of tearful messe-noir. Controlled since the dawning of time, but something I never could let go... the sorrow.