Eulogy

Drink deep of your mortality

Accept the blueprint for non-achievement

The well-tread path of capitulation

Bury the suffering and the ecstasies

When will the old gods be avenged?

Extol a life of compromise

Resigned to quiet submission

Welcome boredom and banal normality

Farewell to joy and laughter and trust

Welcome fear, suspicion, and hatred

There is the stench of the gathering of flies

You have the look of a strangled child

You have the look of a hollow shell

You have the look of a rotting corpse

Entombed under intolerable weight

In the delusions of wish fulfillment

Escape the standards of youth, find sanctuary

In a cringing half life

It’s called moving on, it’s called growing up

It’s called giving up

Lurking in the shadow, the shadow of your past

Lurking in the blackness of acquiescence

Pathetic acceptance