Camelot

Camelot

Monday, January 13, 2014

Melancholy

Through her dark and brooding eyes
I see the world
Decayed
Dull and dreary

Through her sad and tear-filled eyes
I see the world
Putrid and corrupt
No hope
For the weary

Through her glum and angry eyes
I see the world
Atrophied
An ever grim
And taxing journey

Through her eyes
I no longer want to see
The world
As black as death
Diseased and gangrened
An age of infirmity

There has to be more
To life
Than
Doom and gloom
Hell and damnation
A viral malady

There has to be
More to life
Than the constant
State of melancholy


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