Write Straight to my Heart

Melancholy sings to him at night, keeping him awake. Its soft silence torment him, till his ears hurt from the deafening calm. Silken shadows play around him with the moonlight and the cold breeze through his window. Offering nothing, dancing in the night lights, every thing is gray, everything is ashen, soon they will all fade to black as darkness fall upon him. Pain, he breaths it in and out of his body, crushing whatever is left of his soul that is still willing to live, despite his many attempts to end his life. The dark sky sprinkled with tiny beating stars will soon give way to a dazzling spectacle of the rising sun, with its promise of everything anew, for many but not for him. A glorious morning is just reminder of another day, a day to survive without her.