Unchained Melancholy
By Gay Bear and Grimreapa
now a unstopable force of sadness is raining upon me
deep emotions of pain and being hurt,growing wildly like a tree
can this be? unwilling to to smile and be happy, not even for a second
no joy in my heart or mind, there is never any sunshine to be beckoned
just darkness like my life is full of clouds, this melancholy unchained
it runs wild through my thoughts, nothing to cross its unrestrained
wishing for a better time to come, just one day with hopes bright as the sun
allways pushed away.like a monster and i was just born to be shunned
unwanted in this mortal life and my spritual one is not doing well either
scarred from past torments,. my soul roams with out a home neither
pushed out of my body by sadness,plunged into despair
no one to talk to,no where to turn,the only thing i can do is pull out my hair
trust is limited cuz to many did me dirty.and made who i am today
paranoid of everything and everyone,wishing to put my fears at bay
but that alone seems impossible,this feeling is to unbearable
my good feelings are crushed to oblivian, and they seem unrepairable
this unchained melancholy,chaned my whole life for the worst
so i must live this way,until i die,put to rest in a hearst.
As sadness rages in the blackest places
I found myself with a lack of patience
For the stature of boldness annoys me
Unearthed by what sins I'd been avoiding
Trespassing my heart in fear of the wounds
Eyes locked on with a seer from the tomb
Cocked back and pistol ready, unable to aim
Foolish was it, I took His cradle to the grave
Words of the oak tree spoke, leaving me insane
The papal shrills burdened my lips with flame
Chances blown, ANY death was an outlet
Lower case T mounted high on the sunset
Pierced and damaged that day passed; remember
Days here are numbered, few days hath September
Be a light, gloom clouds the mind of the pure
Flash-back, the facts mean to grind the obscure
Sadness leads to death, death leads me to think
Hate brings sadness; also hate the forgotten link