At the dusk of the dreary daylapse, daylight’s endglow I’m afflicted with that sinking semi-sorrow It’s not enough to drown me Just to wet my shoes Soak my socks through Enough to fill the back of my throat with the melody
I exist in wasted half-days, moonlight’s endless follow It’s the time I, not enjoying, instead must always swallow It’s a defeated sort of sadness Loss, Lost, Lie. I’m lonely and I can’t-- won’t say why It’s not enough to compete with the collective unjoy’s caress It’s just melancholy; a whisper fleeting, not a cry
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