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depression hits

Ich rede in den Raum hinein und lebe nur aus Pflichtgefühl.
Mir wurde verboten, zu sterben.
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Die Bruderschaft des Schmerzes
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(based on the poem "Dream-Land" by Edgar Allan
POE)

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space – out of Time.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evernore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters - lone and dead,-
Their still waters – still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters – lone and dead.-
Their sad waters – sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains – near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods, -by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp,-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the ghouls,-
By each spot that most unholy-
In each nook most melacholy,-
There the traveller meets aghast
sheeted memories of the past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to Earth - and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
´Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadows
´tis – oh, ‘tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
may not - dare not openly view it;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glases.

By a route obscure and lonely,
haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
on a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly,
From this ultimate dim thule.