Descending to black

Descending to black,
Thought I'd gone - now I'm back
Only this time it's darker and deeper and stronger
And something within me knows it's for longer
Than ever before and there's definitely more
Sense of impending doom
In this windowless room.

A clock ticks, and then tocks,
The door's still fucking locked
And as time wanders through there's still nothing to do
Except sigh, maybe cry, question why, not die,
Tell others I'm well while I'm living in hell,
Shout hurrahs through the bars
Of my tight little cell.

I can write little poems but the problem's ongoing
And I shout to get out but there's no way of knowing
If ever I will, or I can, or I should,
Maybe this torment is for my own good,
There's no gain without pain
And the spilling of blood
But if I could avoid it I definitely would.



I need out of this hole while I still have a soul
And that last fraction of sanity the rest of humanity
Hasn't deprived me of might just survive because
I can't remain in this place in my brain
Where it's cold and unhealthy
Because I have decided to die old and wealthy.

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