So slowly they seem to fall.
Each a tear shed from a sobbing soul
A crying after life
An unsatisfying ever-after.
The clouds a gray shadow.
A dark, depressing robe lye upon that once beautiful and clear, blue sky...
So slowly they seem to fall.
Each tear shed from a sobbing soul
A crying after life
An unsatisfying ever-after.
We try but fail to make it shine. They cannot stop crying. The tears just keep coming. Lasting for a short hour or a whole melancholy week.
Shedding tears of dread and sorrow. We all have the salty cascade of drip drops once in a while...
No potion leads to bliss. No one can glue up the cracks of sorrow in the soul. That is left to the one who owns it...
So slowly they seem to fall...
Each tear shed from a sobbing soul...
A crying after life...
An unsatisfying ever-after...
The war of sadness and trepidation... versus the happy and graceful glinting lights. Vie to the end.