Want to know the reason of my melancholy
Of all those memories, thoughts, sadness and sorrows
Your questioning eyes
Separated from me burned down to ashes
how black lined clouds wet with emotions
poured down the pain
drowned out the moon,
Blocked out the light
burned a hole in the daylight
melting away the sunshine of those trembling lips
turning those moments into tired shadows
leaving me cold, lonely, scared,
hard with harmful pain,
bleeding open flowing wounds.
Hopeful nervous confused turning, depending
Dreaming in a dream.
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