(credits to my misguided muse)
the Benefits of Melancholy
Are only seen in
depression's depths-
From the frosted, crimson Stained rose,
Vainly warmed by Dying Daylight's Agony
When one is lost,
In a Tandem sea against thee, hypersomnic
When one sees in blinding light,
Truth's motive by one be tossed
By heart's archaic, dying fire-
as black logic's taint is spread,
The hearts burden, bit taken in kind by body
doth Crush the mind into pure - contemplation
In one Lucid moment in a manic melancholic bliss,
this Relic would not fade to waste!
Brighter! this heart will Burn itself!
To be one with Pure blue energy-
Resealed by a brow's frigid kiss
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