***** clouds are underneath
grass and pebbles floating deep
A scenery so majestic
crushed by comets to tiny bits
Mountain water tasted sweet
yet the thirst cannot be quenched
For their hunger for the care
cannot be easy to compel
Anhedonia.
Cannot feel.
Songs of puzzled mystery,
Anhedonia
If only pleasure was a name,
it be called by many names
By those who lost their fiery flame, often tangled in messy dreams
they lacked the warmth to give care then hope suddenly fade
The birds will pray for them to fight
The wolves will howl for their defeat
Anhedonia, cannot feel.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
***** clouds are underneath
grass and pebbles floating deep
A scenery so majestic
crushed by comets to tiny bits
Mountain water tasted sweet
yet the thirst cannot be quenched
For their hunger for the care
cannot be easy to compel
Anhedonia.
Cannot feel.
Songs of puzzled mystery,
Anhedonia
If only pleasure was a name,
it be called by many names
By those who lost their fiery flame, often tangled in messy dreams
they lacked the warmth to give care then hope suddenly fade
The birds will pray for them to fight
The wolves will howl for their defeat
Anhedonia, cannot feel.
