My Black Thoughts

we live. we die. I question my questions I sigh in the breath of disgust cold dark air follows my shadow my shadow does not know me I turn left but it begs right flip the switch on the moon go dark, let practical wisdom doom the day and spirit the night drink, drank until the numb of drunk heals what bandages can not let go of what ills thy heart let prayer cover words of doubt let seeds grow in the very reverse of what I have failed to sow bring the kingdom for what it offers can not be bought and what can be bought shall NEVER ease my black thoughts