RainlBird

Sadness is pretty And that is problematic The memories that stick out The sitting in bed Not knowing whether he was dying or just sick But letting the sitcoms play And your brain numb That was so ordinary But I have photos And I find those photos beautiful It's coming up to three years since And I'm still sad as a state of being And I still walk heavy in skyways And I still eat cereal since I don't want to bother Mama Since she yells at me enough But crying is on the list I made of things that are attractive And apathy absolutely is not Yet I've found that pretty blue sadness turns grey fast And grey turns colorless I would rather have somet

I am cloaked in darkness Hiding in corners where the light does not reach I live in the twilight Basking in the gloom I come alive at dusk I sit in the shade of the ancient trees Jumping from dark spot to dark spot Overcast and sunless days are a special treat I get to come out during the hours of the living Instead of hiding away until the sunsets I cannot darken a doorway if it is already dim I am cloaked in mist Drifting through the endless days and nights Waiting to envelope those in my darkness To lure them into the mist Dark and mysterious they cannot resist For curiosity is always given into I open my arm to the lost so