When did the sun turn velvet black,
and all the stars grow dim?
Why has dark chocolate lost its sweet
and now lies greasy on my tongue?
Once the world revolved and spun
in place in universal space,
but now lies motionless, inert
a gray forbidding place.

I live, or do I live? Is life
just breathing air?
Most likely its nightmares
Illusion,
and death has now established reign.

I don’t know why I just can’t feel
That life within me lingers.
I only feel that black sun’s cold
As life flow ebbs, my body cools,
And siren songs with deadly tones
Calls me to a tomb-full doom.