BLEAK

A glossy caramel liquor bottle klinking in my hand,
I stare everywhere and there’s nothing I can get at,
My mind is dry like the Thar’s lands,
Inspiration has blown away.

The first sips were rather bitter,
But the ones to follow became sweeter,
My world has become a non-fertile land,
I won’t be able to walk without her guiding hand.

Everywhere I look around the colors I can’t spot,
My soul is stained with her last breath,
She was everything I could have ever got,
I spoiled it all once again.

Just after my vision blurred,
Rows will gently decay and lay dead
No one will see them,
No one will understand.

If there’s to be such graceful colors,
I don’t deserve them,
Let them vanish just like brothers
That have been betrayed by their own flesh.

Black shall be my new despair,
My shelter, my consolation,
It shall make those days be gone,
Those days of grief and desolation.

Vomiting curses I will fade away,
Requesting help and advice,
Let my heart become gray,
Let the night become black.