Tis the season of taking
Of ones self ,
Where the mood changes
Depression,
Darkness,
Light,
Does not shine, waking
In a lightless sky,
We crave light
But clouded is the sky more
Grey,
Rain,
Wind,
All add to this season
Of gloom,
Tis the season of taking
Ones self, where all one sees is
Darkness
That clouds the soul
Tis the season of taking
Where we need the light
To feed our souls
But this is the season
Where life feels to heavy
And we commit
Our own self destruction,
For now the
Season
Of
Suicide
Is upon us, clouding over our *souls.