Darin Leon Erickson
A Boy sits in a dark little room,
Alone with his thoughts for a time.
These thoughts include it's all for naught. He wants someone to say, 'No it's not' everybody's ok, but it never comes.
All that comes is the pain of nothingness,
of meaningless existence, an underlying lack of passion.
He creates art, to appease the dark
First black and white, which only weakens the struggle.