All I need is pen and paper
To calm  myself,
Let all my emotions out

I let the words flow out freely
As I shut myself from the world,
From the inevitable reality

I never found any means of escape
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide

So stuck in paranoia
Until I found poetry
Finally, an escape from reality

Since then, I felt more alive
More free
Happier than I'll ever be

I'm glad to have found this route-
Every poet's sweet escape.

The day the sun refused to rise
Weathered and taxed, people began to fade
This was the beginning of our demise

Sickened by all the mortals lies
The divine produced a solar shade
On the day the sun refused to rise

The gods were unswayed by our cries
Through the darkness man was left to wade
This was the beginning of our demise

On the darkened horizon we left our sighs
Cold and sodding, crops rotting in the shade
On the day the sun refused to rise

This is the time that man withers and dies
Sickened with the trespasses we have made
This was the beginning of our demise

Tears and broken dreams stained our eyes
The Gods enforced their fatal blockade
On the day the sun refused to rise
This was the beginning of our demise