The long winter nights,
Crying and repenting on my sins.
Everyone has a dark side,
But mine is so dark that I feel hopeless.
As I sit back on my chair,
Scratching the bottom of my seat.
Ouch !
I accidentally slit my finger.
I feel the blood trail along the contours of my hand,
But as motionless as I sit I don't care.
My thoughts seem to fly in the midst of this day,
But then again I guess it's just me.