Returning To Misery

I hate the moon and its glowFor it no longer pleases meI curse the winter and its snowFor it will lead "them" to meReturning to the DarknessOf the mountain cavesFollowing the voice of the pastWhen sky is obscured with cloudsEven starlight seems miserableFragile memories hurt my mindInto everlasting misanthropyCold and depressiveOne with the old dead forestBefore I leave this placeNothing left to comfort meBut the cold touch of steel