(Aye this is my horrible attempt at a poem, its also my first ever one, but aside from that the theme isn't actually said anywhere, so it's up to your interpretation. Enjoy! ~Tama-Chan)
My world is now a mourning gray,
The colors I lust see, all fray.
My passions, I do not now yearn,
My dreary life, forthwith burn.
I take to care if pain will cease,
Less to love, more to please.
My tears still creep to stand,
Undertaker, in my hand.
I wish to stop, I wish to die,
Words to plead! Unseeing eye.
I greatly fear my end is near,
churning pride, wander's deer.
