written November 15th, 2016

"Some say your favorite color sneaks up on you

A repetitive slate that shows itself time and time again

Some say depression does the same

One day - you're feeling alright, the next you're dwelled in this feeling of desire

Desire for the sweet kiss of death to lay its lips upon your cheek

Affection always was highly underrated

And so you lie there - body aching, trying not to throw up, tired of your time, life, dignity

And you wander where all this time has gone and how you ended up here

Yet if one thing is for sure,

You're content in the pitch black nothingness that surrounds you,

Black is a new favorite"