Black.
I enter my room
Turn on the light,
I sit in my tomb
And look at the night:
Black.
My heart sinks deeper
Than where my lifeblood flows,
To bring it back up is steeper
And my depression grows
Black.
An emptiness somewhere
In my body does burn,
The night does not receive my stare
And so my eyes turn
Black.
Parents missed and friends gone away
To explain new things to,
To enjoy the hot sunny day,
Or to talk until the night grew
Black.
My friends were taken from me twice in one day
One person's boon is my bane,
While others leave here, I must stay
And my face is reflected on the window-pane:
Black.
I can't handle the absence any more,
My body trembles from the pain,
The knife slips from my hand to the floor
My blood on the blade begins to stain
Black.
I am alone
Without a friend,
Cold as stone
This is the end...

...Black.

7 May 1988