I'm diabolically lonely
And in love
With melancholy
As she leaves me
Like a cancer on my lips
My wisdom depreciates--
And I miss the depressions
She left me in the snow.
When we talk, she tries to whisper
Sweet Sundays of pill-popping
To hangman Tuesdays.
But I am too afraid to leave my house.
It's stagnant here.
With the sadness I should marry.
Kissing me one last time before I get to leave.
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 12:56 PM UTC
I'm diabolically lonely
And in love
With melancholy
As she leaves me
Like a cancer on my lips
My wisdom depreciates--
And I miss the depressions
She left me in the snow.
When we talk, she tries to whisper
Sweet Sundays of pill-popping
To hangman Tuesdays.
But I am too afraid to leave my house.
It's stagnant here.
With the sadness I should marry.
Kissing me one last time before I get to leave.
