Melancholia

  Plunged in the darkness of my lowest times, The misfortune of happenstance, Opened the curtains to the brightest fallacy, Fell for hope, a fool's resonance. The sun been fell and riseth enough, My contention always came last, I look to the sky for hope, But the clouds are all overcast Joys of being sink down the trenches, O Lord, my lover doth lied,  All hope now left my clenches, O Lord, my lover doth died.

                                                                 Lost in my dreams, in faraway lore Did not lose myself, only found more The soul yearns, the heart is yet sore, Wandering realms, pleasures galore. Break open the shackles of reality, Afar from the pebbles of affairs mundane, My fantasies no longer a fallacy,  I dream my reality, existence inane. In reveries spun from whispered tales, In pages turned and worlds unfurled, Escapism's enchantment prevails, Unveiling realms where souls are hurled.