Удивительно, но сегодня стих примерно с таким же посылом и настроением, как вот этот. Возможно, стоит начать новый цикл “sorrow list”?

I woke up again in sorrow
Everything’s like yesterday
There is no future in tomorrow
Nothing new is on my way

Lying here doing nothing
No fortune, fun or even pain,
I’m tired of constantly thinking
When will be end of my bad game

Unwelcome sun is shining brightly,
Reflects off windows, doors and walls.
I close my eyes and hope that maybe
I die and end my endless fall

No one will cry when casket dropped
Into the ground on same day,
Because my life already stopped,
When I was born, I lost my way.