And, upon that desert of lonesome seclusion
I die, die a lonesome death.
The sun has long been past,
A soft shade of loony darkness
Covers the earth, and covers me now.
Rich is this dark, mysterious night,
But a faint beam, some ethereal light from unknown distance
Covers over my mental head.
The beam, too faint to reveal and explain
Even the simplest mysteries of human-life,
The much it reveals, it hides even more!
And, among that light and shade of deserted darkness
I die.
Die a lonesome death.
The thought of death is very important for an artist, and you expressed it nicely!
ReplyDeleteI would love to read how you laugh @ death!