I am screaming inside.

There's nowhere to hide

from the darkest thoughts.

It's horrific, and once I even tried

to believe;

tried to leave;

I was deluded. 

We've got to realise that

This is all we have. 

This daylight is

not ours, but there is

a certain moment,

clad in the black cloak of our eternal

night-time, when all

things become clearer, sharper,

almost beautiful.