The day does not change
the night does not stain
the light does not pane
of tempered glass break;

the black cloud
talks too loud
as there's a crowd
of everyone proud
of how she is now,

so come on dear
tomorrow appear
like today, no fear,
in thirty days, tears
or no the depression,
will be willed away!

If only IT were that easy,
If only IT did not queasy,
her so, masks fit easily,
slide on and off as easily,
as pills swallowed whole.

Wake dearest, wake,
unrested, get up,
you wrestled with,
alligators twisted,
in bed sheets, sorry,
I was not there, to you,
defend, I have no excuse,
even if sleep won out in
the end.

Darkness, the darkness, your darkness,
waits for me to rest, catches you off-
guard, does not God know, it is hard
on you, ******* us, and makes living
life seem an eternity, of pain, of sor-
row?

These are just black and white letters, not
some checkered flag saying the race is over,
even if the Victory is already, won, will you
place, or finish the run, black cloud over
your eyes blotting out the Son.