there is nothing in existence I can satisfy
there is no kind of persistence that can pacify
this constant need for more
or restore the person i once was before
there are no options - there is no substitute
for a soul unable to execute
anything, nothing without pain
yet through the suffering I remain
to continue the struggling-to feel the strain
carrying round this weight on my brain
it all being same, forever and unending
my grief's looking like a ball and chain
in the light under saturn's ascending
the stars brighten as the moon wanes
to warn of the darkness impending