I write these words in the rain…
Anti-depressants failed to work for me,
I’m drowning in the worst pits of agony,
My life is a sorrowful sea of melancholy,
Fading is the fleeting grasp of my sanity.
I’m blinded by tears of hurtful days…
I feed off the remains of ravenous anger,
My breath is the wrath a thousand thunders,
Ashes of burning flesh in the devil’s slanders…
Rage that never attempts to get better.
My will to care has been tortured and slain…
My life is the broken reflection of an orphan’s dream,
The dead hopes of what Grim has reaped,
It’s the darkness killing off a dimming gleam,
The burning feeling of tears I failed to weep.
I want to die and forget all this pain…
The coffin sunk with all my reasons to smile,
Broken dreams and feeble hopes came to life;
Sheets of sorrow fell on me in piles…
The rain washes away every happy moment I write.
Worded Sorrow 