Darkness

why have i been appointed with such an omen It feels as if i am writing my own reqiuem Everything i do feels like a mistake my prescence is not a present my life is no worth living for Could this be the end for me Weather forecasting is not hard for me Because every day is a sunless dark day My eyes are windows to this dark earth And my mind is the frame My heart is the glass now my heartis on the floor all shattered and broken