I have been prone to those odd sights,
Where you repent over lost things at night,
Weep silently from within
About the people who came and disappeared by
Silently dissolving in the battle of time,
They wipe away from our otherwise messy lives
I find the dusk too depressing,
It covers all of the brightness slowly in its arms,
And by the time it's actually dark
There is a melancholic spell like a death hymn in the air
The hickeys pain leaves on your soul,
Are confessions about how you dealt with it
The more deep is the colour,
The more it leaves you stronger
However out of all,
You need to walk ahead in this storm,
No matter how it shows it's rage
Walk ahead...
Take your own time
And defeat what makes you lose your mind