There is a flower of melancholy growing inside of me,
black leaves and black blooms around my body,
black rain falling on it, purple thunders hitting my heart,
a satin fog covers my blue dreams and my cursed form..
Lost in my desert of depression - searching for bright light of happiness,
falling in the abyss of my agony, paying my existence with tears,
purple tears distilled from my ocean of loneliness,
clouded with the sparrows that lost their way to home..
I'm feeding my desperation with hopefulness,
but she never gets enough -her starvation never ends,
enslaved in an eternal vicious cycle of painful hell,
needs my blood,my thoughts, my all existence..
Nothing more to say, words are simply frozen,
falling in the icy floor and shutters in million pieces,
like tiny mirrors I watch my face greeting with apathy,
my shadow fading in black..
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