So.

You've lost again.

Lost another day,

Lost yourself perhaps.

You feel like

everything you love

Is being swallowed

in darkness.

Everything you want,

Everything you need

will never come to you.

You only want to sleep -

forever.

Because your mind

is only on one thing.

And it's driving you crazy.

Soon,

You also will be

swallowed in the darkness.

And you will be spit out

somewhere that's even lonelier.

Yes,

It's possible.

You'll get a crooked halo

when you die,

Along with a pair

of broken wings.

Because that's just the way

your luck runs.

You'll continue to lose

Until,

there's nothing else to be lost.

Not even yourself.