Tears fall like Franklinite
From my black onyx eyes;
Little specks of hopelessness
Falling en masse to the abyss.
The mines run deep,
Their shafts are filled
With murky, deadly waters
Awaiting the next fool\'s plunge.
The weight of my eyes
Are crushing my soul
Like a man caught beneath
Fallen, treacherous boulders.
My sight is clouded, dazed
By the gloom of my eyes.
I am a prisoner of my
Own melancholic perception.