Downcast

Tell the reaper take my soul away / Darkness is consuming me

I love the absence of color / Cavernous black strokes no longer cause me fright

I see old days / I see old people

It’s what I want now / Passive virtue of my intentions

Scribbling phrases over and over / No longer framed from a child’s mind

Ice freezes where my skull meets / I wonder how I have done this to myself

The breeze is not calming but painful / I speed my step

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