MILANCONIA
Mistaken stains,
Awoken, yet refrained,
These lines within still remain,
but I choke, before exhaling,
In melatonin state,
Melancholia numbs the heart,
And beats fade,
as if life itself wasn't meant to be made,
These puddles still run deep,
filled...
Awoken, yet refrained,
These lines within still remain,
but I choke, before exhaling,
In melatonin state,
Melancholia numbs the heart,
And beats fade,
as if life itself wasn't meant to be made,
These puddles still run deep,
filled...