Deep in this darkness i slowly decay
what is my meaning?
i can not say.
Who and I? why am I hear
and can someone please tell me,
why life is so dear.
My writing is dark and clothing black
and often I wonder,
what is it I lack
My mind’s not made up, neither hear nor there
As hopelessly,
I pretend not to care,
Constantly my mind is in strife
and sometimes, not often,
look at the knife
Deep in this darkness I slowly decay
what is my meaning?
i can not say.