Billowing clouds of thunderous black,
spawn swirls and twirls of gusting loose trust,
hail and rain slash a sideways attack,
I grimace for loss lashing my back.
More, give me more, and more of my wage,
bleed, make me bleed, for all of death’s toll.
Don’t stop ’till I drop, and die from pain.
Unleash all I’ve earned, the burn of rage.
Why, oh why, foolish clouds do you part?
Black, give me black, and more of your black.
Sun, go hide, I’m not worthy of warmth.
Why, oh why, does the light kiss my heart?