Excerpt from the book Person Suit
When you're down and low
and your fire is going out
and all you worked to build is crumbling
when your sun has set
and the moon does not rise
and when the morning time comes
the sun does not rise.
Kiss your hopes on the forehead
wish your dreams goodbye
no rescuers are coming
all that's left to do is die
the world is not over
just your time has said goodbye.
All you placed your love in
the ones that kept you alive
have faded into darkness
without even saying goodbye
leaving you with only an abyss.
What words of hope can I give?
What comfort for your condition
when I myself am suffering
and you are only my reflection?
All I can say is good night!
I tried my best
but it didn't suffice,
and in the end does it even matter?
Who are we to blame the dice?
We fought with fate and didn't surrender
so our fate said goodbye
and now the chance for perfection
has gone the other direction
leaving us grasping at the fading light
the howls of jackals
our only friends
laughing at our sorrow
so we lie down and close our eyes
and invite them to come get a taste of our misery.