How can I forget the one who made me feel?
How can I move away from all that is real?
How can dreaming cause so much pain?
How can I pull back those threads just to remain sane?
Unable to cope,
Nostalgia, pains the soul,
Afflicted by an open wound.
Melancholic persuasions written on a glacial parchment,
Perpetually ignoring direful consuming propinquity.
Integrated consciousness relishing the felicitous enchantment,
Summoning Eratones in an episode forged by Melpomene.
Beauty found in a forbidden place
Oneness in a tight embrace,
Nostalgic visions are now haunting me,
Guiled emotions trying to get free.
Cosmic contingencies in wonderland
Heavenly synchronicities grasped like sand,
Ever occurring, ever happening
Sarcastic moon, ever smiling.
In the depths of despair, where hope seems lost
And the world is but a tempest, that we're tossed
We search for bliss, but find only pain
As the wounds of betrayal, leave their stain
Life is a paradox, a cruel game we're made to play,
Where to live, we must die a little every day,
And the world around us must be dead to our soul,
For in its callousness, we find no solace or goal.
Been having this sad feeling again.
The melancholy is so familiar.
so fudgin' familiar.
words fall short of explanation and are deemed worthless.