Darkness falls everywhere,
yet it is neither
here nor there.
It engulfs me,
but because of it
I am free.
Not to live, Not to die.
But just simply
to get by.
Life itself with
either or neither
fame and wealth.
I surrounds me.
I am unable, disable to see
any path.
Yet it never wrongs me
of any wrath.
It bends me
to do its will,
but it never comes in
to make the kill.
It needs me to do
its bedding.
And I just let it
pick the setting
of my life.
Always and forever failing
to win this never ending
unbearable fight.
And yet without it my days
will slowly creep by.
And I'll have no purpose
to live
So I'll surely
will die.
