Melancholia

Like a tree with a broken limb This broken branch begins to bend, Like the splitting hairs caught in a comb I sensed the void on my own I look and seek deep in my soul In hopes to find something to console Dull and deep is its shaded abyss For there is nothing in its mist But dust and spirits, of the disappearing For I am the one that has become weary. The void I walk is very deep Who knew these hills could be so steep. However, I am who is broken Yet, everyone wants a token. Thinking they have givin me something When in turn they have provided nothing. I feel the pain of my psychosis, For my mind has become atrocious. The nullness and the empty space, I knew would win the race But there is nothing more For I have become Null &Void