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La ballade des gens heureux

from Well of the Disquieted by Hands Of Despair

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Dearest,

I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read.

What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

V.

Elle court se perdre dans ses écrits mondains.
Noyer sa peine comme la pointe de sa plume.

Recluse, interne déluge,
quand la santé s’use, les pensées diffusent.
Chercher refuge, constamment confuse,
tentatives de purge de pensées intruses,
en vain.
S’abandonner,tout oublier.
Lointain, ce regard éteint
observe sans fin, fenêtre en son sein,
cherchant la suite,tournant insolite,
projection fortuite, rêverie construite,
malsain.
Abandonner, s’exiler.

Elle court se perdre dans les bras de sa soeur.
Noyer sa peine dans les élans de son coeur.

Recluse, interne déluge,
quand la santé s’use, les amours diffusent.
Chercher refuge, constamment confuse,
tentatives de purge de pensées impures,
en vain.
S’abandonner,tout oublier.
Lointain, ce regard certain
observe sans fin, le monde en son sein,
cherchant la suite,tournant insolite,
rêverie fortuite, projection construite,
enfin
Capituler, s’effacer.

Les voix envahissent son psyché,
les vers s’évaporent.
Sublimés telle la fumée
au bout de sa cigarette.

Il l’appelle, cherchant une réponse,
un banal questionnement.
Il ère, insurmontable sentiment,
l’assourdissant son du silence.
Il trouve ce déferlement de mots,
une avalanche d’encre.
Il ère encore, cet insoutenable sentiment
l’assourdissant son du silence.

Résolue, évasive et errante,
elle sortait sans missive.
Existence, pour elle, plus sombre,
qu’une ombre en vue au bout du tunnel.

D’un pas décidé, elle franchit la rive.
Son corps sombrera, pâle, à la dérive.
Lentement, Virginia s’enlise dans l’eau.
Le poids de ces pierres scelle son tombeau.

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from Well of the Disquieted, released April 6, 2018

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Hands Of Despair Montréal, Québec

Hands of despair is a progressive black/death metal from Montreal, Canada. We play long, dark songs.

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