I hear you small child.

[a marble short]

I hear you small child, I feel you small child,

Sobs echo from the depths of this dusty tomb,

So painful each rasping sound, crushed felt pain,

Unseen yet I feel the wrench of each tear,

Where are you? I want to hold you, to comfort you,

Each corner I turn, darker, gloomier than the last,

So cold the walls to touch, unloving, foreboding,

I still hear you small child, feel you, yet blinded I cannot find thee,

Panic soars, cried echoes grow louder from all angles,

Where are you small child? Fingers stretch out into the dark,

I hear you small child, I feel you small child,

Each sob stabs at me, cuts, jabs through my aching heart,

Seams of my sanity stretch, rip, tear from the fabricate of my mind,

Exhausted I slump, I sit, I curl become a foetus to my darkened corner,

Tears fall from my eyes, the sobs, my sobs, distant voice echoes deep inside,

I hear you small child, I feel you small child.

[Barry Hodges, Bard of Gosforth]

A bit on the depressing side.
I think I'll slit my wrists to cheer myself up a bit.

[rabbi sammy schtupp]

Oi weh!

[Daphne]

Up yours, rabbi!