Melancholy

by Love   Sep 3, 2017


Depression is quiet.
It enters in, through the night.
Slipping itself between curled bedsheets,
As it whispers in delight.

Suicide is a hushed sigh.
Tangled softly in your hair.
Then it exits, through the dark,
Leaving you screaming in despair.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Michael

    Love

    A well written dark piece of work, its difficult to say I enjoyed reading for the content of deep blackness, but I did

    Well done and
    much love and warmth

    Michael :)

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