there is an old darkness
pushing on me always, always.
there is an old darkness
that sits between me and everything.
there is an old sadness
that springs to life every time
i endeavor to attain happiness.
it's an age-old sickness
that keeps me from connecting.
i have an old friend
who will not let me go.
he keeps me here
out of fear, out of fear.
i need to tell this friend that i must go.
but he's the only friend who keeps returning;
he's the only friend who's stuck by;
the only one to check up on me,
from time to time
and with an ever-growing intensity.
i think i am married.
