It's one of those days when the deep dark seeps in
And closes my eyes to the world
The change in my corneas affect the whole image
I'm seeing things I ought never see
Not when I'm alone like this
The deep dark nothing crawls on my face
And takes giant bites of my residual self-image
Until I remember nothing of who I was
I am erased completely and I do not know
Whether to thank or curse this changer of me