I have faced my time
With anger and scorn
My words fading in its hollowness
Leaving no print in human memory

I choose oblivion
Endless fall in a triumphant void

Sinking in the abyss
I abandon myself to the absurd
And drift away in disillusion

"There is no port, nowhere to go
Only the deepening black darkening still
Blacker upon the soundless, ungurgling flood
Darkness at one with darkness, up and down
And sideways utterly dark,
(...) so there is no direction any more"
D.H. Laurence, in The Ship of Death

See the signs of decline
Smell the decay of the masses
Millions with one face
Striding to a certain failure
A multitude
Feeding as beggars do
Spreading grotesque lies of equality
Until their rotten flesh
Be one with the worms again

Abhor - Drift - Fade
For the Void Triumphant