Reqiscat in pace

My world is black, how dare the sun shine. My world is silent, why are the birds allowed to sing? I am emptiness and desolation, ruin and despair surround me, chaos and disorder take all. There is no beauty left to me, all is ashes and dust, dry and bitter. Where is joy? flown and gone. Peace has departed from my soul, I have no pleasure left in me. The fruit has lost its sweet savor, the water is gone sour in my mouth. Where once was gentle sweetness, now is acid bitterness. The green pasture, cool and shading tree, the gentle brook, all have departed, all have left me. The ripened corn withers in the heat of the sun, the hot wind drains the life from the cob. All is black, there is no sound