silveredraincloud

It's not fair, Why do you hold my head under, I can't breathe. I'm drowning, It's true, Please don't leave. Everytime you touch me, I die a little more, Can't you see. If we just pretend, Everything is normal, Let it be. Tears fall on a blackened heart, Frozen from an age of pain, I'm so done. This is insanity, You won't stop haunting me, Can't feel the sun. Echoes of mine and your past, Don't give up on me, Love is torture. Crying alone, Suddenly everything's too quiet, I'm yours. But you don't understand, Can't stop going over everything, Inside my head. Everything hurts, Can't catch my breath, Trying to forget all you said. I curse your name, The blame lies on me, My heart I entrust. You’ve destroyed every song, We ever listened to together, I guess it’s over.

When winter brings its darkened visage, Echoing winds and colourless skies, Filled with ice and broken reveries, It all may seem so inescapable, Death drifting through the air, And ghosts of grief like dust motes hang, But winter never lasts forever, Days grow lighter and more brighter, Colour forms a shifting expanse, Rain melts ice and turns the world green, From sparkling emerald to lime and moss, As blooms explode wherever one walks, Warmth soaks through the walls, Mountains turn from bleak to rainbow, Meadows burst full of leaf, The humble cricket and simple bird, Fill the days with endless song, And owls and foxes send us to slumber, Beneath it all though winter waits, The seasons paint and sing to us all, No nothing lasts forever, Not even your pain, So dance like summer sings a song, Paint with autumn's fire, And wait for glorious spring.

They float through space, Faceless and senseless, And space cracks and breaks all around them, They scream, Not with pain, But the absence of it, And the inevitability of an endless existence, Death surrounds them, Tormenting, Whispering, And they sigh and more light disappears, They feed and feed, Still they know no satiation, Only thirst, Only hunger, And the endless thrum of darkness, Permeating their very soul, The light sleeps, And the void has a name, As the centuries have passed, They call it depression, It likes it…

Beneath me mother lies, In grounds of solid iron, Where sunlights kiss shall not reach, And things stay long forgotten, Broken wings and aching bones, Blackened heart hold me home, I while away the greyest days, Keeping company my grief, Oh pin the heart, And barren lust, There is only dust for us, Betwixt the shaded loam, In depths of blackest black, The void howls and I howl back, Hollow bones rattle thus, Where shallows keep their secrets.