My light burning bright, signaling distress…
…no beacon of hope, as I fade to black.

My dark affliction, starting to regress…
…I am flickering, falling off the tracks.

Agony I feel, my calamity…
…no one to turn to, to see my despair.

I wander about, without amity…
…friends come and friends go, on musical chairs.

The music stopping, scratching my vinyl…
…curtain call for me, to take one last bow.

My short one act play, my scene now final…
…hardship turned calm, no longer kowtow.

Tormenting myself, for no good reason…
…anguish from within, my own dark treason.