(A Melancholic Perpetuation of) Breathtaking Moments

Legend has it that nothing exists
Legend of only seconds ago
Mythic ideas of prior minutes
That prove I'm at the high of an all time low

I take into account the breathtaking moments
Of past experiences that were considered the norm
And now that they're gone, never to leave that place again
And so I sit back and simply mourn.

Of course, lest we forget the wonderful times
When we did not consider the dead as gone
Surely you jest, there's nothing to be afraid of
Let it be known that there is nothing wrong

A melancholic perpetuation of
Loved one's with which we shared our fate
Now scour the depths of my consciousness with shame
Or maybe it is just something that I hate.

The pain, the animosity
Overtaking me, as if it is the bends
Sheer (bad) luck, I suppose
To have my candle burning at both ends

Lifted from the depths
Of nighttime grief, so distraught
Gifted with the hatred of all that surrounds me
And the realization that it was all for naught

I take pity on the souls that have it worse
But sadly, I can't empathize with this
And to those that live luxuriously
It is quite clear that ignorance is bliss