Merry Go Round [Samsara]

Born into this life. Why? To live, to sense, to love, But in the end, to die. Vow: never again. Withdrawal's sad pain. Cry, Acid tears. What gain? Ecstatic sweet sensual delights! Fruitless. Nigh insane. Yearning taste and touch of sultry nights. Craving the tender touch of human skin Sweet caress of form, desire alights. Thirsting abyss opens up within. Choose! Now! Drawn down or new dawn? On the roulette wheel of life, one more spin. Another fix - delusion borne. Such pain, agony and rejection By which a fresh life is torn Just the sweet price of resurrection. Swallowed up within the dark From shuddering pleasure's perfection Leaps forth life's sublime spark. Created by the pleasures of the night, Rage strikes ground in ivory arc. Lo, here am I. Behold, the parasite. My world orbiting my life, I come first. All exists subservient to my plight, Let none frustrate my slightest whim or thirst. Now bow before my self-made carbon throne. Chaos and formless void by me reversed, Meaning and shape depend on me alone. Heavenly bliss to evermore endure, Weightless warm dark suffused with mantric drone, Dreaming phantasies of pure rapture. Involution's urgent shove, Bright shaft guides from the yawning aperture, Extruded painfully above. Born into this life. Why? To live, to sense, to love, But in the end - to die.