dark suns

there is nothing in existence I can satisfy 
there is no kind of persistence that can pacify 
this constant need for more 
or restore the person i once was before 
there are no options - there is no substitute 
for the soul unable to execute 
anything, nothing without pain 
but through the suffering I will remain 
to continue the struggling-to feel the strain 
carrying round this weight on my brain 
it all being same, forever and unending 
my grief's looking like balls and chains 
in the light under Saturns ascending 
the stars brighten as the moon wanes 
to warn of the darkness impending