Mourning has broken

Like a cup to the floor.

Mourning has taken

The smile I once wore.

A nightmare awakes me,

Silence, surrounds me.

Darkness, it scares me.

Lonely once more.

Utopic surroundings

Block out my pain,

Unhappy companions

Lead me again.

Use a pistol to shoot me,

A dagger to stab me,

Happiness, my enemy,

Your excuses are lame.

You were my kingdom,

And also my glory.

A fool to believe it,

Your creation is gore.

Death, my salvation.

The only solution.

The problem with Mourning?

It leads you to more…..


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