Burdened hands with bird in hand burn in demand to burgeon man he lays still reading the playbill drinking his DayQuill unable to change will burdened hands crave **** burdened mind shame filled burdened time grave hill burdensome brains spill.
There's that stinking Sinking feeling In the pit Of my brain
"You're a burden. Dead weight Carry your load You're better off Being nothing But vapor in the air"
I've run from this feeling By writing Escaping into the page Expressing sadness, lust and outrage Into these words Instead of a shameful display But how can you run from something That follows you night and day? Try as you might to escape...
O sweet melancholia Why do you taunt me so? Why do you look for me in still waters? When I am willing to be happier than ever The escapism from your clutches Never seems to materialize The ache that dwells within a sombre mind A heart that is pure S T I L L Dwells there You cannot haunt the fearless for long As quietly And predominately I will turn my back on you One day I will exculpate your haunting moods And in that day... ..... I shall be vindicated ~ There will be freedom from you Forevermore