Private Hell - Hexen

It all seems to get stranger

The more I live on

Under the «dead hand of the past»

Where have all my days gone?

The hardest part of letting go

Is not having to say goodbye

It’s enduring the years thereafter

That become a lifetime

In my own private hell:

To innocence;

farewell…

Is Hedonism all that remains?

Collect all notions of mysticism

And commit them to the flames

It’s all a joke like the morals you invoke

And there are no rules in this game

But I would rather this private hell

Than the eternal realm of lies

Abandon puerile thoughts you must

Oh, it was all superfluous…

In my own private hell:

Although still veridical, if nothing else

Staring deep in the void

It has nothing to say

So what more can one say

To escape from the cliché?

We have all been betrayed by

Our own naïveté

In this epoch of indifference

Purpose is washed away;

Countless moments now lost in time

Like tears in the rain