Here I am, again. I feel the pull towards thoughts devoid of pleasure or joy; not even, simply without unpleasantries.

The darkness falls. The light fades. Oh, sadness that be, let me free.

The thought, the thought, and the thought that follows. All thoughts lead to the dark and infinite hallows. I just want to rest.

The darkens falls. The light fades. Oh, sadness that be, let me free.

Strong as a call from the Wild. I feel it, I hear it. The call to an end. The call towards the dim. The call from the shadows.

The darkness falls. The light fades. Oh, sadness that be, let me free.

Think now, think. Plan and do. The darkness begs to be acknowledged. The darkness shall be ignored, no more.

The darkness calls. The light is gone. Oh, sadness that be, you may have me.

Darkness called, and I could not help but answer. That looks like a mighty good way to go. That is a mighty good place to rest.

The darkness called. The light is gone. Oh, sadness that be, you have me.

“That’s a Hell of an adventure, if it doesn’t kill you, or a peaceful way to die,” I think, “and, if you’re lucky, the journey there might show you the Sunrise….to last you to another call.”