Im living from moment to moment,
Not even from day to day
It feels as if this darkness
Will never go away.
Im cold, so cold, inside my soul
I cannot feel the sun
There once was a point to my existance,
But now my race is run.
I came last of course, I always do
I never expected to win.
But it would have been nice to have had a chance
To avoid this state Im in.
I know theres one sure way to end it
To cease to feel the pain
But Im afraid that Id still be a failure
And wake to face it all again.
Im afraid to live, afraid to die,
I cannot make a choice.
My friends tell me to Do something!
But my fear has stilled my voice.
So I suppose Ill just have to continue
In this dark and joyless life
Until I get desperate enough to CHOOSE
The Darkness or the Knife.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 356 AF.