In An Hour Darkly

In einer dunklen Stunde, ach

Aalle Stunden sind dunkel hier

Aus einem Becher von zartestem Flieder

Trinken wir Tee allein mit mir

My name is Broken Chalice

And leaden I am filled

All the way up to the brim

Filled with sadness

And with misery

And the most terrible of things

Very soon I might overflow I fear

As I am filled with so much anger

And far too many tears

These words come from the depth of my discontent to testify to you of the displeasure that I harbour against the world and therefore myself. Hush, here lies truth, sweet child, in all its obvious simplicity. A long time ago, it seems the boy has come to an agreement with himself to remain in this wretched life for as long as it hasn reached the point of becoming totally unbearable. Yes, he was prepared to tolerate the bleakness of all things, of darkness, even nothingness itself, all of this perhaps only to prove that life really isn worth an effort, that an early voluntary death is absolutely always justified

Yes, I do confess

I have a secret wish

I often dream of dying

To dissolve completely

To simply vanish

So that nothing

Not a single grain

Would ever remain of me

No spark, no energy

No further existence for me

But most of all: no rebirth

Alas, if I had this chance

This possibility

How free from worries could I be

If I only had this one guarantee

That there would be no more tomorrows

Lying in wait for me