My Archaic Visage of Sorrow

I cry in longing For a world I never knew Woe all ye my lament and dispose of this find For the countenance of my tumult is indeed a gorgon to behold, Woe ye i mourn the death of youth I who has felt her descent as wistful longings and mine puny regrets in this wretched world, filling my heart to combustion with sorrow, a haggard hag. Tears unshed shall fall covered unseen, in the rainfall of the coming storm When the heavy clouds that shadows my soul liberate and dissipate the burden heavy on my shoulders shall pale, to the now clear solid face of my state of mind. My soul fades to shades of grey Each day when within I die Each day when in sorrow I mourn Each day when my heart remembers and so it cries In longing for the rest that only death can gift The release to decompose in the arms of lady Demise With time to turn and mote I seek for a constant state of mind Where heart and soul are in melodies or my mind and my tender spirits are in a state of oblivion