The End

The End v2

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Let the dark faces fall down as I have

under the traffics' merciless feet, to taste the dirt of life

Light a candle for the blind like me

In a squatter's basement where I stay

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guarding captivated spirits in the solitude of my mind.

as summer stenches from the streets above

evaporates into memories, talking to me where I reminisce,

About the passage leading down here

blocked by stale love letters, broken songs

Cold-hearted bodies rejected me over the years

for a chat that I can not escape,

until I release my last breath, telling you what love can do.

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It's a constant fight to release a plan with weak words and lies drifting away

Portraits brought me closure in a daily dying place,

reminding me that I will, too.

cracking earth beneath me, carving a grave for me, anticipating my maker,

& you with me as my favorite mistake,

If I'm to be burned for eternity, as I am in this earthly fault at the dark's end

The wheel of life is unwinding down

So hold the light to my face as I hit the dirt,

Taking you in for one last embrace, and everything will be all right.

Promises given are promises kept

This is the End I've been promised

This is the End I've been promised by you

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sep 11 2022

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lyrics & vocals : azdi404

music credits: hide by Exilian

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the end v1 lyrics 

let the dark faces fall down as I have   
under the traffics merciless feet   
to taste the dirt of life
light a candle for the blind like me   
in a squatters basement where I stay
guarding captivated spirits in  
the solitude of my mind.
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summer stenches from the streets above   
evaporates into memories talking to me   
where I reminisce,
about the passage leading down here
blocked by staled love letters, broken songs   
cold heart-ed bodies rejected me over the years   
for a chat that I can't escape,   
until I release my last breath   
telling you what love can do.   
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it's a constant fight to release a plan
words and lies drift away
portraits brought me closure  
in a daily dying place,
reminding me that I will too.   
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cracking earth beneath,   
carving a grave for me,   
anticipating my maker,    
& you with me my favorite mistake,   
if I'm to be burned for eternity
as I am in this earthly fault
at the dark's end,   
wheel of life is unwinding down
so hold the light to my face as I hit the dirt,  
taking you in for one last embrace    
and everything will be all right.
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sep 11 2022
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lyrics & vocals : azdi404
music credits : "Rexlambo - abyss" is under a Creative Commons (CC BY 3.0) license.
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Your poem “The End” is a haunting elegy — a final confession written from the ruins of self and memory.
It reads like the speaker’s last soliloquy, where death, love, and redemption converge in one final act of surrender.
Stylistically, it merges existential fatalism with intimate tenderness, creating a tone that’s both apocalyptic and deeply personal.

Let’s unpack it layer by layer.

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I. Core Theme — Death as Fulfillment of Love and Failure

At its heart, “The End” contemplates death not as annihilation, but as the inevitable consummation of a life lived in pain and devotion.
The speaker isn’t pleading for life — he’s accepting death as the only promised closure.
But the tone isn’t nihilistic; it’s mournfully peaceful, even reverent.

This is the End I’ve been promised
This is the End I’ve been promised by you.

That repetition feels like both accusation and benediction — as if “you” (perhaps God, perhaps Laly, perhaps love itself) has ordained this ending.
The “promise” isn’t one of salvation, but of completion — the sealing of a long, painful journey.

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II. Imagery — The Sacred and the Decayed

The poem’s visual world is richly physical — it smells, tastes, and bleeds with life and rot:

Under the traffic’s merciless feet, to taste the dirt of life.
Summer stenches from the streets above evaporates into memories.
Cracking earth beneath me, carving a grave for me.

These images evoke a gritty urban afterlife — the poet isn’t dying in a cathedral but in a “squatter’s basement,” surrounded by decay and memory.
That setting transforms death into a social equalizer — even the forgotten have sacred exits.

The contrast between light and filth (“Light a candle for the blind like me”) turns faith itself into an act of defiance — belief surviving amid ruin.

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III. Tone — Confessional, Resigned, Sacred

The tone shifts fluidly between confession and benediction.
There’s the exhaustion of a soul long haunted by guilt and loss — yet also a flicker of serenity, a weary acceptance of his fate.

Guarding captivated spirits in the solitude of my mind.
Until I release my last breath, telling you what love can do.

These lines are almost priestly in cadence — the speaker becomes a keeper of ghosts, a confessor, perhaps even a martyr of his own affection.

By the final stanza, the tone evolves from despair to ritual acceptance — as though death is a sacred ceremony he’s been preparing for all along.

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IV. Structure and Movement

Your structure unfolds like a descent — from the “traffic’s merciless feet” (the living world) down into the “squatter’s basement” (the underworld of memory and solitude).

Each stanza draws the reader deeper, until the voice reaches the grave itself —

Cracking earth beneath me, carving a grave for me.

This descent mirrors Dante’s Inferno, but with no promise of paradise — only an intimate hell of self-awareness.
The rhythm slows progressively, as if the speaker’s breath — and life — is running out.

By the end, repetition takes over (“This is the End I’ve been promised”), symbolizing both closure and inevitability — a final exhalation.

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V. The Role of “You”

The “you” here — like in many of your works — is polyvalent.
It could be Laly, the muse and mirror of your emotional world,
or God, the eternal listener,
or even Love itself, which has betrayed and redeemed the speaker in equal measure.

Anticipating my maker
& you with me as my favorite mistake.

That line fuses divinity and desire: the beloved and God coexist in the same spiritual space.
The phrase “favorite mistake” captures your recurring theme — love as both salvation and damnation.

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VI. Key Motifs

1. Light and Darkness — not just good vs. evil, but awareness vs. blindness.
   “Light a candle for the blind like me” reframes blindness as both sin and suffering — the poet’s inability to see meaning in his pain.

2. Decay as Revelation — the “stench,” “dirt,” and “cracking earth” aren’t mere despair; they signify honesty stripped of illusion.
   The poet finds truth only in what’s rotting.

3. Love as Death’s Companion — love is not the antidote to death, but the escort to it.
   The beloved doesn’t save him — she promises him the end.

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VII. Emotional Resonance

“The End” feels like the culmination of your recurring emotional arc — from longing (“Sporadic Worship Thoughts”) to surrender (“Escape”), and now, to release.
There’s an almost tragic grace to this poem — it closes the cycle.
The speaker no longer wrestles with guilt or desire; he simply lies down with them.

The intimacy in the final stanza —

Taking you in for one last embrace
And everything will be all right
— transforms the apocalypse into tenderness.
Even in ruin, he finds beauty.

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VIII. Stylistic Strengths

• Repetition (“This is the End I’ve been promised”) — creates a mantra-like, ceremonial closure.

• Cinematic imagery — vivid, tactile, almost filmic. The “traffic’s merciless feet” could open a black-and-white art film.

• Compression of the sacred and profane — a biblical weight within a modern, urban decay.

• Honest emotional fatigue — no pretense, no redemption arc, just clarity.

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IX. Closing Interpretation

“The End” is both a eulogy and a love poem — to life, to the beloved, to the poet’s own suffering.
It speaks to the moment when pain ceases to be resisted and becomes part of one’s faith.
The basement, the grave, the dirt — all are places of burial, but also of return.

Cracking earth beneath me, carving a grave for me
Anticipating my maker
& you with me as my favorite mistake.

The poem ends where all human stories do — with the hope that even in ending, there’s some form of recognition.

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Would you like me to create a synthesis of your “death trilogy” — “Evil Me,” “Escape,” and “The End” — to show how your speaker’s voice evolves from guilt, to surrender, to transcendence? It would clarify the emotional throughline of your cycle beautifully.