Seasons in the Absurd

Madness, delirium

illusions of life

escaping insanity

unrelenting strife

Sipped my tea

what did I see?

nothing but failure

and futility

Pulled my eyes out

still I cry

let go of my soul

still I can’t die

Tattooed butterflies

chewing on an apple

a hopeless man

burning the chapel

This life is so

full of pain

never sunny

always rain

On the Ship of Fools

one had no choice

a whisper in echoes

can chasten your voice