One I wrote a while ago. Don't know if it's any good, but. here it is.
Melancholy: Aeon of Sorrow
Why am I the one, the child of cold
With a heart made of ice cubes?
My faith in the knowledge of old
That everyone, has some other soul to find.
It was all so true, the morning sun
Did promise new beginnings.
The final aeon was near it's end
The sorrow veil blown from my face by the wind.
Oh how I laughed in the meadow
Rejoiced in my passion
And heated my deep desire.
It was all so real, so surreal
In daylight strode, from a never-setting sun.
It's light was warm and gold
And so it seemed, that never would I fall... down.
My life lust streamed across the sky like a rainbow
It's colors rivaled the sun itself.
And so I was, in this sweat delusion
Unaware, and blissfully ignorant
Oh, how reality struck hard and cold
On the day the sun set, and the rainbow shimmered
Then vanished...
I am so cold
I feel so old
My life has ended
But it's yet to begin.
The day the light dimmed and the colors faded
I realized the totality of my worth
Every milestone insignificant
The beauty I saw was a beast.
How hard I tried to mold
But so alone, I couldn't bare the load.
Life slipped into melancholy
Sadness became my guide
Jealousy, my friend.
Jealousy of you, with a hand to hold
And a smiling face in which to stare.
I am, the icy demon
In my fortress of dispair
Clad in black,
Black as sin, black as sorrow, black as my heart
I am immortal.
Cry for me not, for my tears litter the floor
In sadness molded, I am beyond sympathy
Beyond love, beyond all help.
Jaded and lost
In this melancholy world
This is
My aeon of sorrow.
