here i sit in melancholy,
the rain it falls so softly.
it stains my face as if i were crying
it leaves its trace, and falls without me.
so i sit. and gaze absentminded
lost in the past.
as i become apart of it, i try to fight
i run i claw i try and gain the lost ground.
i rage, i rage against the dying of my light.
i tear i scrape and i get by
ive raged for so long. i fear there is no more.
but what of the monster, with no purpose anymore
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 1:01 AM UTC
here i sit in melancholy,
the rain it falls so softly.
it stains my face as if i were crying
it leaves its trace, and falls without me.
so i sit. and gaze absentminded
lost in the past.
as i become apart of it, i try to fight
i run i claw i try and gain the lost ground.
i rage, i rage against the dying of my light.
i tear i scrape and i get by
ive raged for so long. i fear there is no more.
but what of the monster, with no purpose anymore
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