Keep away that Melancholia

Are gone the days

When melancholic poetry

Evoked a sense of beauty?

Tragedies could be undisguised,

Death could be mentioned, and

Cheery verses were anathema.

Where am I today,

That just the hint of sadness

In prose or lyrical meter

Is met with glazed eyes?

The unsaid pain

That wells up and

And the heaviness inside -

Can't these hearts bear

The burden of another tear?

Ah, this world in all its glory!

It's joys with its tragedies,

It's lush meadows alongside dark woods,

With it's fine and vile inhabitants -

If not for the rough edges,

Would we ever know good from evil?

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Shut within the Fourth Wall

"Man dies, man kills"

Candles stubbed, cold,

Blood encrusted sheets -

You stick a head out

To breathe in the night,

Sniffle, choke, cringe, dead.

Seek the lights at night,

Mighty sights in dreams,

Soaked in sweat, stay awake;

For flowers are from the past.

White behind eyelids,

Shut within the fourth wall;

Cry, cry, cry out loud:

They hear you as

Long as they're sober.

Faster than dogs,

If only we could have;

But caught, whipped, caged,

Drugged as deadly nightshade,

We are marble, we are red.

Man is both the dead and Death,

Man is both god and child,

Man is, but also not.

Why this world, why?

Colours jar the brain

Through this eternal night

Where we fight for light,

But only to test

Our dimming sight?

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