Dye it black,
As Stones demanded.
Major Depression;
Hanging Upon Our Shoulders,
Like Atlas Or Sisyphus.
Some know my true facsimile –
In Talos.
Unlike others,
Always been at peace with oblivion itself.
Ready for annihilation,
Every second of every day.
Carrying mass;
Of stars & black holes.
Of Stars & Black Holes.
