Questions

O darkest night henceforth you come,

Maybe I will struggle, maybe I will rest;

What has my mind really become?

What's your reason to panic me?

What the f*****g hell have I done to you?

With you like this, what will I be?

So many questions wander through you,

The only good parts you really do have left,

Little parts when all was through.

I don't want you to be with me,

But can one really separate from one's mind?

These questions really make one plea.

Darkness, why are you really here?

To taunt me? To tease me? You scare me so much; 

I wish I could just disappear.