Ah, Sweet Dysfunction

Was I to know thee then

As I surely know thee now

I would have loved thee better

As a sweetness on my brow

You shielded me with dull rapture

From mannered sympathy

You kept me in oblivion

A prison of self pity

Then, lo, a bright and shining light

As though a guiding star

Illumined all my senses

Its rays reached to my heart

It woke me in a forest

It made my thirst be plain

It wrenched me from my revelry

It showed me lying slain

At your dear feet, Dysfunction

A smile on my face

That only comes from sweet repose

A satisfying place

I thought, “What am I doing here,

Lying at Death’s door?

Crying, 'Let me enter!

Let me rest upon your floor!'”

A life was kindled in my soul

I never knew before

It snatched me up and, on my feet

And bid me, “Go! Make war!”

“Against your friends and allies

Those who kept you dead

Take the Light of Life to them

Take them Living Bread.”

“Tear them from their darkened plight

Break their bonds asunder

Do not take indulgent rest

Do not fail or blunder!”

“Plow the fields and harvest souls

For some there is no tomorrow

That they, like you, might see the Light

Or face eternal sorrow.”

Yes, Dysfunction, my old, dear friend

You are now my enemy

And all you hold within your grasp

I seek to set them free

I bid farewell forevermore

To the restless rest you gave

I clearly see my slumber there

Simply, lying in my grave