The Grandeur of Melancholy

Submerging into the depths of poisoned despondency
 The magnificence of loneliness wandering
 Emptiness, solitude the familiar paths of long ago
 Brining a sigh a cry to the eyes of cold
 For the world is empty and cold a lonely soul
 One spirit among many roaming essences in the trees
 The forest gathers the sadness the sorrow lingers
 Overwhelming catharsis almost beautiful in its splendor
 A revelation of all things lost and forgotten
 Forgotten paths, ruined faces only traces of sentience
 For the feeling is gone just numbness remains
 This domain of nothingness devours omnipresent existence
 The last cynic smile now broken all hope is lost now
 Hurting the healing no longer continues
 But what about the forests embrace do you remember her?
 All those years of comfort now gone
 You will always be alone