I count these beads of Memory, A faded rosary of joy, moonlight, dreams, & living, A garland of the 'used to be's'. Perhaps my natal day in bleak December was A portent for the life to come! Immortal Beloved, why could you not love me? You had me hypnotized as I grappled with my fate! The years have disappeared, I know not where. My eyes are growing dim; my faltering limbs are slow, And damn Fate's most sophisticated demon from hell. Has rent my Soul to silent tatters! Is no one there to give me back my sound And rhapsodize it back together?! My hearing grows more dim! The Divine Spirit of Music, which trembled gloriously Into mine, is distant, almost imperceptible; I can no longer hold it fast! Please hear my Anguished cry! It is as stone! It has perished in the lonliest of graves! What good is fame and adulation, when my Reason for Being ceases to exist?! Eternal Darkness, how I've sought Thee, Craved Thee, begged for Thee!! The narcotics, the knife, the gun would have been easy, But you, savage sorceress, Music, most magnificent of the Arts, prevented me from plunging off the final abyss! Fate keeps a scorecard written in blood for Those the Divine Muse has kissed with most passionate genius fervor! Is there Hope beyond Eternal Gates, That in the Realm of No-More-Pain, Wholeness for every Soul exists?! I hear the Thunder! Is it a knell for me?!
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