Long ago I dreamt of mountains,
I dreamt of finding bliss,
I lay alone now, unfulfilled
I sleep in slime and ****.

I travelled far, and left my home
In search of light and revelation,
But neither the road, nor the sky
Could sanctify my demons.

I sought to pray atop the spire
Where the clouds and mountains meet,
Though restoration of lost fire,
Is a mere idealistic dream.

I've had women, but never known love
For my impotency defines,
I bore not the mind nor matter
To obtain what could have been mine.

Bitterness, sweet bitterness
I make love to my cigarettes,
They keep me warm on coldest nights
When I am drowning in Solipsis.

In cinema, man is changed by journeys
But fictions are not always so,
For some wounds are beyond healing,
And I race now towards Thanatos.