Poet 11586

Melancholy

Feel so full of melancholy
My holy stock is traded in
My head has turned right savage round
And I'm full of Scarlett fever
I'm sinking deep into a chasm of self loathing
Feel all panicked and emaciated
Old,piggybank spent and jaundice jaded
Haven't slept a black schlera night in slumbered months
My eyes are pain red and my skin is sour milk white
I have so much love and warmth and happiness
But today I just feel methadone prescription empty
Skint, broken, crippled and stuck in my own waste ground
I have these clouds of darkness but I know they'll pass