I sit alone in the dark sometimes,
In company there is no comfort,
Death visits without disguise,
And I know my days are numbered.
Am I going mad, this I just don’t know,
My thoughts are as black as ink,
Darker than a crow,
I don’t know what to think.
If I tried to explain my thoughts,
You’d just think I’m crazy,
My mind is ******* in knots,
All my thoughts are hazy.
It’s hard to say what I think sometimes,
It’s easier to write poems with rhymes.
this is a sonnet that i wrote for a project