As the days go by,
Each more depressing than the last,
I can't help but let the tears,
The frustrated tears of my heart,
Caress down my cheeks.

As the days run by,
Each more oppressing than the last,
I can no longer stop the dark thoughts,
Which are buried in my mind and remain dormant,
To remain silent and they run amok in my head.

As the days fly by,
I keep losing any remaining shard of hope,
That dime light of hope,
I can't keep it alit no longer,
And the darkness overshadows me.

Here, under the soft light of the moon,
I sit in despair,
As I look up at its beauty with tears in my eyes,
Begging, pleading, wishing, hoping,
For everything to...