I write with a certain longing
Even mourning laments for me
Seeking the sphere of despair
I look inside my own self
Spiralling into the depths below
Of a dark, scarred soul
I long for fields of despair
As a miner longs for gold
Reaching past the edge of sanity
Overlooking the abyss of forever
I search desperately, endlessly
Searching for despair
Inside lies a feeling inane
Asking me a simple question
"Why do you long for despair?
When you are its concentration"
by a friend of mine %%%%%%