Dark and deed it lays

It plays in my sleep.

No kindness does it display. 

I try to keep it at bay. 

I cry while I lay.

I am stout. 

But, their shout lays me out. 

I begin to decay. 

Far I run, try remember not.

Sullied is my mind 

It’s chill through out my soul. 

I am bullied by its time. 

No place to hide I find.

It is disguised in lies.

My pace slows unkind.

Now it touts my sighs. 

Into the mind I belie.