Gloomy nights.
The nights you walk alone.
Having only your own hand to hold,
And oh – how you attempt to act so bold.
When the world is resting on your shoulders,
And everything you have ever done has gone wrong.
So mortal, what do you plan to do with your pathetic life now?
Do you plan to live a glorious life bathing in your own feeble misery?
What about a semi-brilliant future living a sorry excuse for a life?
Forget it useless soul, you know not of what you think.
The cruel world shall crush your very existence.
Not one soul will even notice you’re gone.
Forget your petty life miserable being.
Society will only think of you…
On gloomy nights.
~Shadow