So I started out new and thought what the hell.

The streak of bad luck that I know so well,

It took a break, and I said farewell.

A time for good, is always swell.

Now here I am pondering again

What was before, I know nothing more.

It always comes knocking down my door.

In solitude I stay and knowingly say,

I just don’t think I can get away.

It builds itself up to a massive slate.

I feel the need to regulate.

Dwindling down to the last hanging string,

Then something sparks as I take my key

Turn to the right and aimlessly

My lights are out, black I see