Feb 6, 2025
Die of melancholy
I never understood
Because how does it occur
It's not an ache nor a cut
But that's the least of it all
Because once you are there
You wish it can be an ache
A cut, a wound or a splint
Then maybe time will heal
Maybe a rinse, a cover
Or a kiss will succeed
But not, not with this
No matter how much you pray
"Gods allow me to be sick"
Allow me to spare my brain
To ease my heart
And pace my mind
Give me a reason to be ill
Because melancholy cannot be seen
What to do with such troubling kill
Nothing but wait, wait and pray
For a melancholic death
Lift the spirits
Rise your head
My child, your wish was made
-Xx
