Unlucky Four Leaf Clover

Black Clouds swarming your head. One thing leads to the next. He doesn't seem to care how much you've bled. Everything's being taken out of context. Bad luck follows. Like everything else. Just waiting for the second fall. Hoping for the best. The horrible deeds plastered and being read. The mouths of innocence claiming they know. All your hollow eulogies being said. Only can their misunderstanding grow. Black cats haunt your days. Walking underneath the ladder. Picking a diseased clover. Superstituous ways of failing. Your happiness didn't seem too tall. Until you tried to touch it. All the depression seems to maul. Your very pedistal you wait and sit. Anticipating the next drop of rain. Shaking for the next curse. Don't let them see. Don't let them know.