Darkness always around
wherever I see, sky or ground
every thing I look at is black
whether it is in front or behind my back

The happiness that isn’t alive
which is hard without to survive
I’d ask myself, the same thing, sad
“Really? Am I that bad?”

No light, no sunshine
just the moon looking fine
I wish this basement had a beam
of sharp light or a funny meme

I’m broke talking about love
what i had flew like a dove
I wonder where it flew
and how- shattered or a queue?

I really miss my gold
yes, the time which is old
I still would always believe
everyone comes back after a leave

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