Zanois
Melancholy
I tread this in-between gray mire,as a murder of ravens soars overhead.I pass a crystal-like ice ditch,as the sky glows an ominous red.And now I see no animals in sight,other than the telephone line birds,preparing to leave for the night.I tread in the pouring rain, train tracks.As the preceding day faintly haunts my brain.And the gently flickering street lamp,in no way is it brighter, and a caring I cannot feign.
From Letras Mania