So I did a thing. Even though I like happy things more than sad things, the muse is a hard taskmaster.
How long must I remain so dead? How much longer will my life hang by a thread? I once felt so alive... How long 'til I revive? How long must my heart feel like lead?
When will love return from far away? When will the sun arise and light my way? How long will deathly night Restrain me to my plight? When will the gloom bring forth the day?
Can you tell me? Will you tell me?
Written in the dead of night. I couldn't sleep, and suddenly I had a burst of inspiration, so I quietly wrote this. (On a definitely not at all related note, I have discovered that somehow, my handwriting is actually better in the dark when I can't see.)