The melancholy churning of the hateful clouds so grey
Seems to match my self inflicted sorrow at such a hateful day.
The cold biting wind which urges me pull down my sleeves
Blows away and buffets the dead and dying leaves.
At times I watch the ending brought on by a careless biting fall
And I cheer it on with mirthless laughter thinking kill it all.
I wrap myself so strong in stagnant layers of dark despair
Anger and deep gloom so thick it's thrumming in the air.
Wanting no release from this depression and its tightening grip
Savoring every moment of my souls downward trip.
Basking in the darkest darkness of my sinking drowning mind
Reveling in the madness with which my heart I tightly bind.
Then unwanted into my thoughts comes a lessening of the dark
A prick of brightness shining aiming at my hardened heart.
The bleak and dreary clouds and thoughts begin to dissipate
Rolling back my ashy mood to a former brighter state.
The birds do sing and the dewy grass grows so fast and green
Of a better world and time my happy heart cannot dream.
But I be wary with the joyfulness of my soaring heart
Cause down deep inside me is where the darkness always starts.
by Frankenstien
