TheMelancholiac

Deservingly, Sadness overwhelms. A lonely, frigid moment focuses ambitions, Leading these tired bones to happiness. The End Comes - The Beginning Awaits Forever whelmed, even in peace. Comfort, I am undeserving of its calming nature. Shame grasps. It must not define me. Taking from my Loves with remorse.   Pathetic and pityless, but no longer is there emptiness. For a time, at least. A foolish, pretentious soul thirsting for love's waters. I feel. I feel too much. Ecstacy lets me see a Deep inside of me Desire yearning to be set free Love that could be Instead, Loneliness Festers Filth Penetrates Hate Degenera

* Subjective Objectivity; or Actuation of the Physical Self * Sorrow's Panopticon lies beneath a towering willow within, Sol reverberates among a circle of trees and stone surrounded by a bottomless black ocean mirrored as a Vibration reflected in an Endless Age + - While barely surviving in this empty state, faith returns for a moment. + - dreams are no longer abstract limbs reach, take hold, release limbs now rising above and beyond the whirlpool beneath + -The Beast Beneath Me, spiraling down to a deep within. | a release still unknown to Sol + - wings form once again, as if never gone spreading, extended to catch the Breath o

~ Infinite Singularities ~ A love fills this once hollow shell. unconditional peaceful nirvana that re-energizes mesmerizes and brings hope Where has it come from? What happened to The Melancholy? For what reason does it no longer dwell? like A Troll Under The Bridge giving me riddles with no answer not allowing me to cross over thy Bridge to The Soul A once inescapable misguided emptiness no longer affects. ~ A Fractalized Whole ~ now, The Troll and I smoke trees together blow smoke rings together are one together as you are to me as i am to everything i can't be The Enemy of Myself from within This Body or from within

Abstracts, the foci of this heart Reality, an unsurity that will not evolve a nothingness fills the vessel Hatred should only last for that of the feeling itself. --- But the necessity of temporary malevolence is never proven useless. +  love : hate  - +  happiness : sorrow  - +  ambition : apathy  - --- contrasting forces eternally breaching rupturing on another plane faulting in every aspect though, somehow, there is a continuation No matter how much self-defeation occurs, love still carries this man on some strange, depressive journey. One of positives, as well as negatives: Endlessly

of within This Sterile Dream staggers outward Beauty not meant for The Fiend Love that once seemed clean Marrow tainted the origin, A Vile Being an abstract, The Unseen induced by This Evil Sol, no longer free but with Hopefullness there is A Key This Knowledge that lets me see the complimentary nature of The Tea

Lost in Dark Woods of Time among a Forest of self-reflection of segmented being of Timeless Thawing Rivers Never-Ending Winter beautiful Wehmut paints the Grey sorrowful and dismal Ages The Where an ever-changing Perception what I've become as every moment passes ...Nostalgic Longing... a conscious effort to remember this Unconscious Continuation's forgotten memories Solitude is impossible the Brilliance pushes through Chirping Hope brings thy joy the green, the bark Sol pining out endlessly footsteps are but the inbetween a field, a space of melancholy among this Beauty A Disgust lost in unsatisfied desire The

a Perfect Imperfection dignifies the mind an Epicenter:   of Beauty  –   of Passion   –   of Sorrow like staring at a Mirror that reflects the psyche i see me The Quake hits tension accumulated by years of repression flows like tears during one solitary release Fear to live Fear to love Fear to hope all washed away the moment the tide reaches shore the Inspiration is now gone remaining is only A Memory, A Ruin Unsurity are these new feelings and This Incoherence The Confusion prevents focus, it's crippling amid the destruction, is a thankfulness for

towering and quivering in confidence                                                            confined to themselves what they do is Right what they do is Wrong you make it what it is hellish wrath with tranquility in hate a mindset and a truth whom am i to question comfort in Ignorance? i am comfortable as well what is Love? swirling colors