It’s so dark I can hardly see
A gloom lies all around
A dark blanket of heaviness
Like the fog that envelopes
My mind in misty confusion
A dark and gloomy conclusion
I’m tired so very tired
Death and destruction
War and virulent pestilence
There is neither truth nor sense
In anything that I see
Yet is this an echo of me?
Deeper I seem to fall
And the deeper it gets
The more I feel constrained
As if trapped and contained
In some sort of heavy mud
Some stinking heap of crud
I am in a darkened tunnel
That never seems to end
The light I see is distant
Becoming even non-existent
As I seem to sink in deeper
Deeper, ever deeper
