Black Days
Darkness approaches
Once more I turn to melancholy
Turning in on myself
A period of introspection
Full of doubts
How will I find the light to guide me?
So long in the darkness
Isolated and alone
Time passes by
One empty day after another
Should I end it all?
Is that the only answer?
What happens if I do nothing?
A slow decline
Into middle age and still further on
Into old age
Still nothing has been achieved
A few small successes along the way
But is that enough to save me?
Will God reject my soul as empty and shallow?
Will I be handed to the Devil to hang from the gallows?
