St. John the Divine

…And when the world will stay the same,
but your place in relation to it has changed,
and when the word begins to lose
its power to restore and soothe,
and when the blackness starts its spread
from behind your tired head,
what taxes now was once your wealth,
what sucks and aches become your health.

…And when the night spreads into day,
in one unbroken spread of gray,
and when the darkness fills the space
between the bone and skin of your face,
and seeps between your skull and brain,
as input filters through its stain,
the tightness in your brow contains
what poisoned yesterday but now sustains.

…And when the night begins its flow,
and you watch yourself give up control,
when what was cold now keeps you warm
and you watch your outer self transform,
and the one you love
keeps the faith that you can rise above,
but if you've kept faith with yourself,
you might admit that you could use some help.

Remove yourself and study close,
when next the dark begins its flow.
If clinical the problem be,
remove yourself and you will see.
When next the blackness flow begins,
I eat your pills, you eat my sins,
and take me back to prouder days,
but please don't take my anger away.

And I don't pray.
But I humble myself.
I am on my knees today.
I don't pray.

Woooh. Wooh.