The weather was cold and gray that month,
At least it seemed so to me,
The ground was damp under my feet,
And from the clouds the sun barely broke free;

I generally had a sick feeling in my stomach,
Every time I woke up in the morning,
Hoping the day would never come,
I tried to force myself out of mourning;

Days were never warm and sunny,
I doubt I would’ve noticed if they were,
Helplessness soon took hold of me,
Why that was, I wasn’t even sure;

Circumstances arose when I was at a loss,
Time itself seemed to stand almost still,
Trapping me in that place for an eternity,
And making me lose all traces of my will;

The people around me seemed colorless,
And passed by as if I weren’t there,
I barely seemed to notices them at all,
And walked through crowds without a care;

Songs seemed dull and uninspiring,
Background noise I barely even heard,
Music I usually protested against played,
And I let it go without a word;

The air itself seemed bitter and cold,
Biting at my slender fingertips,
Slowing the entire world down,
As my own words started to slip;

A dark ora almost enveloped me,
Which people around me undoubtedly knew,
I could hear the tone in their voices,
As the blackness only grew and grew;

I was cold and had lost feeling,
No longer had I a way to go,
Trapped in the fridged, dusky world,
Where everything now moved so slowly;

The weather was cold and gray that year,
At least it seemed so to me,
The ground was damp under my feet,
Everything the world shouldn’t be.