Ponder

no need for life nor 'morrow

solitude is the familiar face of sorrow

i welcome the enemy i know so well

and those friends which don't hear the secrets i tell

does my face show my sorrow

that deep void i hide from all others

no thoughts of elation or future

but of sunrises that seem mere torture

to waste away each and every day

no longer surprised by the incredible or dismayed

rare is the inspiration of my years

and the taste of salt from my tears

may the good Lord guide this soul

to a place he does not deserve and away from this earthly toil