The Blues are not a dark enough color
I prefer black
As I slip on darkness
The colour suits me.
The jokes on me
I never thought I'd get old
the glass is half empty
it's not half full
Wasted time I'll never get back
Light a candle
To stained glass saints
Forgive me Father
For I have sinned
Vespers whispered
Regrets, remorse
I can't Hail Mary! my way
Out of this one.
