Damn the darkness under shadows

that play and dance in my mind, causing

my eyes to witness what is not there.

Damn the minion who sits waiting

as a spider sits waiting for flies

and its meal. Damn the darkness.

Damn the first frost settling on grass so green,

fading it. Damn the fate that is

forced down my throat and makes me choke.

Damn the wolves that will chew on my carcass.

Damn the fire that burns. Damn the light

that will still shine. Damn the darkness.

To the strawberry fields, to the first

day of spring, to a baby's birth.

Damn the darkness.

Damn all those, who will live, who will

continue. By Karma I don't

deserve this, so damn the darkness.