Once upon a time, the land was merry and gay The town folk laughed and chattered away At least, that’s how it felt. In my brain. Before. I can barely remember it now. The voices I can’t call to the fore The noise and bustle a faint myth of yore. Because things are different now. The sunshine has dimmed for an eternal darkness Merry is no longer made in this head Not much is made at all The energy is no longer there. It’s quite now. I’m quite now. This dreadful, dreadful silence.