tell me, is this the way things should be.
this emptiness that engulfs the entire being, this loneliness that cannot be seen. and the melancholy
oh, the melancholy.
in the end, I can’t pretend.
I woke up before dawn
to the rain pelting onto my face. the raindrops were cold, and
they taste of sadness.
when the sun doth shine, it mocks me; the day
with its warm golden clime.
when the moon doth glow, its misty paleness seeps into my soul.
I thought I am a star, shining and leading the way
but how can I lead
when I myself am lost?
Once I had believed in fairy tales, with all their happy endings.
but now I don’t.