The sky looks so ugly,
the light spreading such gloom.
A soft light comes
Out of the September sky,
as if a very bad sign in disguise.
The last flicker of the light
before the final darkness.
Blindness, a realm of bliss,
from which the devil
and the guilt are barred.
So, let us go blind, you and I;
before the final darkness.
For, we have painted
A dismal and sad picture of life,
from which we can be relieved
only if we are blind.