Is it to be that the life of me

was just a passage of melancholy?

Life is but a drop in the ocean they say!

All to naught come the games men play

when life is but a punishment

with no sparkle at all,

how can one listen to the masters call?

A thousand million galaxies

lie out there in space,

is it really worth it - this life at it's pace?

The worry! The hardship! The broken hearts!

It's really a joy when one departs.

How true when said: "death hath no sting!"

After all, at a funeral we should

dance and sing.

The words of a pessimist, one might say,

but come now, who does the game really play?

If one's chance at love has to be snatched,

then so be it, if one gets scratched.

Oh God!, In Your book you've written it all,

but when will You listen to my urgent call?

Or do I waste my time, am I cursed?

For the truth You promised, I daily thirst.

Confusion attacks me again and again,

my life is in a turmoil,

a thousand miles from sane.

You leave me alone without a friend, no weapon do you give me, myself to defend.

I go to Your house but no love do I find,

or am I to the truth simply blind?

To strong drink I can turn at any time.

Intoxication can be often sublime.

But reality, in all its horrible form,

storms me on waking in the morn.

So death is really the only escape.

Of all it has the nicest shape.

By the word, some people are often deceived,

eternal hell for them that hath not believed.

To the time that I must from this life depart,

let me know someone please:

is it worth while my part?

Sorry for myself, I do not feel,

but please some happiness let me steal.

Must the torture go on to deaths release?

Must the ultimate happen to give me peace?

Depression holds me in a very cruel grip,

from the cup of bitterness I often sip.

From what has been written,

what message is there?

My soul stands before one, absolutely bare.

Can a young woman's nakedness excite me still?

Yes! To be honest, it gives me a thrill.

Am I filthy in mind? Perhaps I am!

But for your opinion, I don't give a damm!

In my thoughts, sexy girls I often entertain.

It's just an escape from frustration and pain.

Your cursed! You fool! You have no hope!

With the devil's daughter you did elope.

In an embrace of iron she holds you fast,

with her into hell you will be cast.

Because that is your lot,

from the beginning it was so,

let this thought in your mind

just grow and grow.

"Rubbish!" Says a voice from oh so far

as distant as a twinkling star.

In a brief moment when maybe I'm sane,

my thoughts float along on a sweet refrain.

Then the lock is opened for a while,

upon my face appears a smile.

Way out there in the oceans of space,

there's prepared for me a heavenly place

where from all my sorrows I'll be free.

I believe it's some distant galaxy.

Although madness in me still prevails,

my ship into harbour gracefully sails.

Because an angel has his hand upon the helm,

and with his eye God guides me from

a far away realm.

Upon a distant galaxy my thoughts

are fixed,

far away from this mental place,

surrounded by regiments of angels.

Let me see the splendour of they majesty,

and from my heart all misery banished.

Make my soul ready at the trumpets call.

And that my friend is the sum of it all.