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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