I do not see much hope in sadness,
Yet can’t perceive a different way.
Succumbed to pointless, sickening madness
Dark, thickest clouds block light of day.
And all my tears – they’re of no essence,
For they will never warm your heart.
Never again your gentle presence
Will softly tear the clouds apart.
And so I find my way in darkness:
Cold, terrified, alone and mad,
With thoughts impure, vile and heartless,
I see no light – still not yet dead.
Another day is gone – good riddance!
The darkness haunts me less at night.
Closing my eyes, in silent distance
I just might catch a glimpse of light.