Standing in a harvested field, the sky touching the ground Not a raise, a tree, or a hill to be found A coal black cloud is coming down Standing there head back, hoping in it's rain I drown My heart is bleeding black Everything from a young age went so off track I am just the black sheep I am just the freak Watch me as my eyes leak This lonely watch I keep On my knees now I just weep It's only sorrow that I reap For a life lived amongst the ruins Living under a storm constantly brewing Daylight seeped through once or twice Made the formless bleakness more than thrice So I beg for no more light It just makes it harder to fight If blackness is where I'm ment to stay Just keep the sun away
In psychology class the other day my professor said something that hit me. "When you think while your depressed, nothing clicks or makes sense. Your mind just feels like a cloud of cotton candy. The only thing that made sense to me at the time of my depression was Winnie the Pooh books." And this was the best explanation I could have ever heard.
Through the eight-paned stained glass window, I sit and stare and ponder the snow as though I am a single solitary flake falling slow with no Worry of leaving the sky.
I float on air carried and ferried by wind flow As I gently come to lie on the blank covered ground low Below the sky stretching grey over white as a plateau Of heavy clouds on high.
My undying love for you couldn’t ever be quenched. Not with the salty water of all the seven seas. Nor put out with every tear drop from every drifting cloud above all the four corners of this blue, blue earth.
Our every kiss, was cast in shade. each time your presence, had my day made, it was the dark of night, or rain, or cloud, the pathetic fallacy was screaming loud, yet I ignored it, for I loved you, but now I know, I wasn't meant to.
Your presence, your love Lifts me upon cloud seven Though I'd rather spend my time With someone else Perhaps on cloud two For I am to afraid Of falling deep All the way Again
Sometimes you are just too afraid of being happy because there is always that possibility that you could lose it all.
