...

Lonliness seeps in
The longest its been
Until I let it win.
I wish I could turn back time
Forget those that had an impact
And the fact is
Its happening again
This endless cycle I find myself in.
I don't want it
I hate it!
Yet if I let it I'll slip back to the old heartless...
The enemy I run from...
Always wondering...
They say there's no place like home?
What is a home if it isn't within the flesh you own?

Greying skies and sorrowful tunes
Bellow beneath the foreign sounds of the muse...
Her time to bewitch the powerful scent of Love has past,
As the scortching rain belittles and pelts down.
The season of melancholia has begun
Now hide and cower but never shun
For such cold chilling sensations burrow to the bone.

The cycle is endless in all
So I'll watch and laugh in mad hysteria when I fall
Still I know I'm too strong for such nonsense...

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[Simon Welsh]

This world is cynical. I love this.