How tragic life is,

When life has died off,

And you can’t feel like shimmers…

How bleakness stirs,

The peevish stew of muck,

That you can’t see the bottom of…

How you’re thrown out,

Into the rain of your own brine,

With no shelter in sight…

How you don’t feel alive,

Like a zombie at midnight,

And you can’t find your rest…

How there’s no end in sight;

You’re just alive to fight,

They’re won’t be no peace for you…

_…Yet_