Melancholy

The ignorance of my past youthful innocence bleeds into my future mistakes,
As I walk through the death of my dreams I see what I truly loved was fake.

A man alone dying within his own heart breathes in the destruction of his truths,
He watches the world grow darker as he feels the abandonment of his youth.

God leaves everyone to fend for themselves, or he was never there is it hard to tell,
I am left with the inequities of a pessimistic mind, and a man's body that begins to rebel.

If I could fight I would, if I could run I should because the horrors silence has begun,
As silence comes darkness reigns, and begins to black out a once bright sun.

Where to begin, and where to end for I am left ultimately alone,
Through the ages my love has lost, and my hate has grown.

Disgraceful intentions of my being leads to lustful roots digging deep,
I act as if I am happily awake, but I just stay in a melancholy sleep.

The man on the black horse comes galloping quicker, and quicker towards me,
If he reaches me then he will take me from this horrifying reality.

Maybe I should stay, and let him lift me up towards the freedom of death,
I cannot go not now, and I will fight every moment for that last final breath.

If I could go back in time, and announce to the world of my existence,
Would there still be truth of my world? Would this reality offer its same resistance?