Poem
You can't escape that which you've put upon yourself. Fate is unkind and unforgiving. You must reap what you've sown. In the end is it even worth living? In the end does it matter at all? In this life sins can be forgiven, but when you die will they really be gone? Ponder what I say, even if to you it means nothing. Through night through day, through bright through grey evil will find you. You will feel morose; your heart feels as if it has been plunged into freezing waters. There is no way to fight it once it has captured you. Only time will reveal who is the winner and who has become the victim. Everyone is strong enough to last it, but does everyone have the will to keep holding on? No, only some. Only few. You will be happy when once again your days shine and your laughter and smiles make a room glow brightly. You will know that You have won.