Why doth the light forsake me in my need?
Why doth the dark hold sway against my will?
When will the storms of agony recede?
Why does the past forever haunt me still?
Alas, the peaceful fantasy of sleep,
The refuge of a lonely, broken man.
The rising price of living grows too steep,
And loving seems to take but what it can.
How does one then escape reality?
And must we choose to forge ahead in pain?
Somewhere, someday Iíll have serenity.
No matter how elusive to attain.
The vacuum of eternal frigid night,
Doth crush the very will to stand and fight.