Petals In The Grass

Melancholy Messiah

Thoughts overflowing
Dwelling on the past
Aggravates my inner self
Provokes my low self esteem
What was the purpose of it all?
To mold a depressed man?
Left stranded with no feelings
Empty of all emotion
Except sullen bouts of loneliness
Depression is my Messiah
No more melancholy sobs
My eyes are drained of their salt
Can only wonder in solitude