The Architecture of Melancholy - Peter Bjärgö

Everyday I experience the death of the Sun

And the ground that I stand upon caves in

Everything I see turns to stone

And the beating of my heart just stops

I close my eyes and fall down to the ground

And await for all to shut down

So the pain will fade

I close my eyes and wait for the numbness to set in

And I embrace the stillness of eternal sleep