Day of All Saints

I can feel depressive columns coming up

Early darkness scaring away the brightness

I can feel the need for coffee and candlelight

Sweet dreams of summer replaced by nothingness

I can feel the drowning of positive views

Rats and mise nestling in the attic for the obvious

I can feel the energy leaving thru fingertips

Black thoughts before reality, it seems ridiculous

I can feel that yearly beginning of the winter war

Realizing the foolishness of my sadness

I can feel the evil in flames of burning wood

wandering around in a surreal wilderness

I can feel the need for writing it all down

A day of all Saints, without any holiness

I can feel that force to close the curtains

Back in that cocoon, maybe it’s just selfishness

I can feel the weakness of a worried mind

Nervous about the manipulated consciousness

I can feel the support and she’s very kind

Just can’t seem to handle all the tenderness

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