These poems of mine,
Though straight from the heart,
Show I am not fine.
And if you excuse me I must depart.

I let myself dine,
Way out in the dark.
Wasting my time,
Only for art.

My expression was black,
And left as a shroud.
To those who crack,
To hold your heads proud.

We all see the darkness,
And it will subside.
And we all hope for our best,
To show the bright side.