Days of Sunless

Depression days

Days of sunless 

Sets the soul to less
Life is madness rounds the clock

Time sucking into blackness whole
Fog sits upon a bank and laughs

Investment in darkness and never sells
Drowns out the need for common sense

Among a world of wishing

And even more wishing wells
Bottomless depths within fathomless deeps
Endless torments end

All within murky mire keeps
And all too quick the sands

They fall lost, hard and fast

Slipping are the reaching wretched hands

Landing into a box 

Painted walls of black