My dark mood cast a shadow so heavy
It leaves cracks in the sidewalk
You can fall into and die.
My dark mood is the same exact color
Of the pupil of the eye of a cyclone
Headed for a packed church
When a wedding is going on.
My dark mood is invisible by night
Ugly by day, therefore
Chiefly nocturnal.
My dark mood sounds
Like a playerless saxophone
With a cool hot wail
Only the desperate hear.
My dark mood is like
Satan's day off
When we got no one to blame
But our own damn selves.
And my dark mood
Goes on and on
Like a fire's damp remains,
When the sizzle has gone cold.
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