Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.’ Mason Cooley

It draws me in again
I am dying of a shipwrecked heart
too much magnetic interference
for my compass to show me a path
woe becomes my spirit guide
guiding me on this mist-covered sea
wistful dreams become my shackles
the soft downpour of misery

my open wound infected
by regrets you see
that you have seen only
the parts you did not understand of me

What have I become to you
what have I ever been
just that…

just that…

(C) 2017 Allen Wolfie Simpson

Concept Art: Hanneliese Bredell