Sorrow and sadness take my soul,
As I lie waiting in the cold.
Thinking dark thoughts inspired by thee,
O cursed note, opioid broken melody.
You make me feel,
You make me Think,
Of things I dared not put to ink.
Yet someone far more brave than I,
Has set them in stone before mine eye.
Were they truly brave and bold?
Or merely frozen, desolate and cold?
Lost in anguish, stricken by grief,
What spawned this malevolent creature I now keep?
It's tone seemed sorrowful, filled with woe,
Yet a hint of anger I did behold.
I see it now, the image made clear.
The person within, lived in absolute fear.
His hatred was sparked, and it grew and grew.
His darkness grayed that sky so blue.
And when the man could take no more,
He opened up that wretched door.
Into the void he cast his soul,
And all of the light which it had stole.