Beating down bright upon me—oppressively, oh, the brute Insouciance all-encompassing within and around
The nothingness of nothing is the only absolute
Of all I’ve heard, the most beautiful—silence—deafening sound
Solitude is what I seek, where there is only me
All impotently trudging towards death—though unaware The meaning which they seek in the drudgery—absurdity! The plod of the comatose—stumbling in a living nightmare
Meaning is lost in a world so bleak and cold
Yet still they hold to hope—dead—dead—dead.
Tales they know of misery and meaninglessness since times of old Yet still beauty in that foolishness I see, the merry melody of the misled
Burdened with sweet, bitter truth I am to die, free to feel the happy-hardened apathy
Liberate me, oh, callous cosmos for I embrace you in brotherhood, I am of you and you of me.