Indigo Inferno

I hear the simple revelry

In the heart of this fallow man.

No more than a beast of burden,

Outgrown, Outthought, Outshone.

I hear the simple revelry

But O Tragedy! I hear it alone!

 

The music of the revelry

The lilting melodies you cannot hear.

That could forever rock your senses

That could you to your life endear.

 

The rhythm and the beats are lost upon you

The unending symphony you cannot hear.

The sound of silence is all that greets you.

Or a verse of profanity if you persevere.

 

Children of the sun

What know you of the darkness?

That dwells within this heart?

That renders it faithless?

 

Good people you be.

Crafting your own perfect trajectory.

Not caring ’bout the meanders

That line this heart’s destiny.

 

You cannot even hear

The beating heart’s plea.

You cannot even sight

The darkness in its revelry.

 

You hear not its song

So you know not its music

You detect not its mood

For you scarcely know its fabric.

 

But inside this fallow man

His heart.. it beats forever

Despite his gloom, despite his misery

Despite his deepest despair.

 

Honourable people you be

But you know not of his pain.

Drenched in your own piety

Did you notice his laughter wane?

 

Party on! And on for life!

Stop not now for the sake of a loser.

To do so would be far beneath you.

So do go on being a carouser.

 

But this heart, it will beat on

It will revel alone in its own revelry.

Its music will forever go on..

Not caring a damn whether it affects thee!

 

You are the Light and I accept this

But if light be such as thee,

Then despite my pain, despite my misery,

I accept darkness as my destiny!