Disjointed.

It's too dark to find new sights,

And the past is far behind.

There's no point in breathing light,

When blackness shrouds the mind.

Why leave taking risks to chance,

When the end is always near.

How fire fails to sing and dance,

It never leaves so clear.

The empty mists of past regrets

Are never hard to find

Had soul and spirit never met

With memories that bind.