Take me by the night to a place void of pain and sufferings' toll

Within thy bosom oh Paregoros, please hide my withering soul;

Let me take refuge from the cold darkness of existence's futility,

And set me free from the towering severity of life's dull veracity.

Once set upon the path of an infinite search for prudence

Into the forest of unknown unknowns to rend a dreadful sense;

The desire that yearning beckoned has been it's own demise,

The harrowing knowledge of eternal damnation: the wretched price.

Verses on pages: white; defaced with tools of indecent expression

Torture the mind and soul into unconscious submission;

Malevolence guides each words' incision,

Destroying all demiurgical impulses with precision.

Entitled optimism in the service of a ceaseless endeavor

To count sand grains on desolate shores forever.

Lethal injection of a thirst for consumption:

the pall over the hearse of autonomous thought conception.

Abject hopelessness turning days into one long night,

Misery wrings out the desire to end this plight;

Consciousness spent enslaved by a flawed idea

Born of insecurity, to cope with perpetual hysteria.

An empty pot with a hole can never be truly filled,

So too are purposes derived from infantile desires never fulfilled;

Abundance paves the path to eternal salvation:

the genesis of self and Being's reconciliation.

Weeds pulled out and thrown onto the funeral pyre

Of old self and old purpose to be set on fire;

Ignited by the flames of a new found consciousness

and a renewed purpose shall dispel from within all darkness.

A welcome pain and suffering shall still remain

however, Paregoros shall not be called upon again;

For only through pain and suffering's toll

is meaning rendered to life and soul.