if you look close enough
you'll see a haunting void
my eyes hold, shrouding
the embers of my dying soul
my mind trapped in
deafening chambers of chaos
would only combust in flames
if you caress it a little
they call me 'melancholia'
for living in the past and writing down my pain
but will the darkness within me go away
if i start calling myself a sunflower?
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