• “Light is gone.
    There is no hope.
    No hope of dawn.
    Insane to think, to cope.

    Darkness fills me to the top.
    Terrible it is to think.
    I feel as if I might pop.
    Insanity is pushed to the brink.

    Invisible to the naked eye,
    Are my thoughts that I lock away.
    Thoughts that I have gone awry.
    Yet thinking might keep my thoughts at bay,
    Of magic’s that may give me light.
    In this dark hour that I have in the night.”