the melancholia

driven by love
to the abyss of sorrow
knowing as beautiful as love might be
I am stuck in the dark
only dreaming of knowing her light
but my world is dim
in these feelings I can't swim
crushed by these passing winds
of blow dejection

I hear of the sun
but only feel the rain
it comes so heavy
each drop like a knife
that cuts me deep
and deeper like the storm
that drives away a smile

I beg for the end
but who I'm I to pretend
this sorrow is what I become
life is like the rose for some
it is so pleasing
but others get pricked by the thorn
cursed from the day they were born


like the deadly arrow
of the worse sorrow
piercing through my soul
leaving these black holes
of an empty feeling
I am nothing, but
I am a melancholia
and the rain
feels beautiful