Unyielding Anguish

«Meaninglessness does not come from a weariness of pain but meaninglessness
comes from a weariness of pleasure.»
…slain by my own sword
The temple to myself abandoned
The religion of my life now a heresy: «lo Pan!»
I chased the wind
But I only caught my hoof
I played my flute
But no one danced: «dance for me!»
Truth is found in the lifeless deep
Where pain and anguish never retreat
Despair, being mother to us all
Has summoned me with her death rattle call
Dark and warm, black and void
The blessed place where I am destroyed
She let me back into her womb;
She let me present it was my tomb
Holy, Holy, Holy, despair
Bless me with anguish
And break off my horns
Holy, Holy, Holy despair
Exalt me with sorrow
And crown me with thorns