Melancholy

melancholy overcame him, dragging his soul into slow motion flickering time. Nothingness a fog of sad dead initiative clouding the endless night He stopped in mid stride, realizing the fruitlessness of flight How could things have turned so suddenly tight Ripping to tear apart the core of his self He fell sinking into the cold wet bog There was no reason to rise No feeling worth feeling Time was forsaken He embraced Melancholy