"When the sunlight fails to pierce the heavy clouds above,
and everything is gray, wet and cold.
When nothing is worth the struggle,
because everything ends, sooner or later.
When the illusion fails to content the heart,
and the truth is far away.
When the sad songs are hymns to the soul,
and the happy ones hurt the ears.
When the time is short, the doom awaits,
and the Death is at the left, stalking.
When even weed fails to bring happiness,
Its time to start digging your grave." - some sad person.

Fortunately, weed still brings me happiness. So, its not my time yet. :rastasmoke: