Melancholy

the lonesome silent letters

and the elusive words

tormented and insatiable

they lure the obscene bards

into corners of chasms

they fill themselves

with hallucinogenic hope

with contagious fear

they walked and crawled

through dead streets

and into the graveyards

romancing Death

the solitary notes
of the sounds of melancholy
tortured left unsated
they leave the somber poets
in the depths of shallowness
these masked men of dire
reluctent to take their name
writing nonsensical verses
of rhyming rythems
on ink filled papers
and crawling slowly into
the eyes of the beholders

Sometimes I feel like the rain on a sunny day!