“Oh, I can never be happy again
nor can I ever be a Dad,
thus Death had much to gain.
Am I mad?
To know this to be Death’s evil ploy,
so that I could never feel joy.
Now, I do not quite realize
yet, I am not very wise.
For, what does it mean to be truly merry?
Truth be told, it makes me rather wary.
I do not know if happiness truly exists, which is rather scary.
Was it only fate?
To have been so happy, must require much gloom.
It seems like such a big weight.
But I am afraid that this will lead to my doom.
I cannot ever know love once more,
to not betray those that left my door.
Was this predetermined from the start?
To have it crush my heart?
Or was it just chance?
To break my trance?
The world seems awfully cruel.
And it seems to like painting me as an utter fool.
I feel ever so cold,
and older than old.
The skies are grey,
with the moon as its prey.
I look up, and the nights are oft more pretty than day.
I feel pained.
Broken and hurt.
It’s like I am strained.
With worry and a sense of alert.
I am sick of this life,
maybe I should simply end it with a knife.
Perhaps, that is the only way for pain to disappear.
I’ve endured the pain for many a year.
I’d be able to see those who left,
which bares much heft.
A chance to be with those two,
the best choice in my view.
It is decided, that the only way to run
would be to shun,
the possibility of living as I did.
That is what I bid.
I should depart from the light,
it seems to me, like such a blight.
I’ll close my eyes,
and bid a farewell beneath the skies.”
