Melancholia,
Before I go,
I've got nothing but time to kill,
Can you give me spite?
Can you give me the power?
Or the will?
Melancholia,
You are the cup that overflows,
Filled by countless tears,
Drowning so many souls in fear.
Melancholia,
You're the cup that always pours,
Filled by my tears,
Let me burn.
Won't you please?
Save me from drowning in my fear.
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Somber, Melancholy, and Bittersweet (A Collection of Poems)
Poetry"And I am sad. And I am mad. The maddest you can be, But with love as deep as the sea, As warm as the summer sky, Caressing like the moon in the night." --Written in moments of strong emotion
