Release me from this sick reprieve,
let me submit to myself,
like the black sheep,
I am not meant to be.
Let me drown myself in envy,
allow me to erupt with hate,
let go and have me fall into myself,
which is wrought with darkness.
I do not admit the black of my free will,
nor do I shut it out,
but for me there is no magic light pill,
I just must live through this light drought.