Like my path treads through
Infinite clouds of gloom
Only briefly broken at ever shrinking intervals
By the Sun's warming rays
Like my thoughts are taken hostage
Convinced of their hatefulness
Worthless ideas, useless trash
I could retreat into nihilism
But for the warmth I sometimes feel
On the back of my neck
But optimism has been stolen from me
And now this god ****** curse
Is the cross I carry
Who will take it from me?
How long?
God grant me the wisdom
To look towards that day
Blinded by the Sun