Summer

Nothing can ever make me Happy again.

Summer is awakening, but the sun will never know my face.

My face shall never be brightened ever again.

Happiness and joy is all to be seen,

Flowers in bloom, new life and laughter,

Something I shall never know of again.

I cannot stand my human existence,

I despise my being,

I cannot explain the Hatred I have inside me,

Oh how I wish to die.

It seems like years even though it was only days,

Just sorrowful, torturous and Gloomy days since she died.

I knew it was coming,

Her eyes of darkest green glanced with funeral oeillades,

Deep into mine…

Telling me of her departure,

Silently telling me of her inevitable demise.

Summer is meant to be the brightest season,

The time when all is happy and the sun shines deep within.

I am far from that, I do not even think I can smile anymore,

I am haunted by the depressing urge to die.

Hiding in the caverns and the deepest, thickest, most depressing forests

Where no light can reach,

I wait until this accursed season ends,

I have not long to wait until I can bury her in the autumn soil.

Through the mourning veil I have wandered,

Beyond the shroud of suicidal thoughts,

I wander on the path of grief.

All I want now is death,

All I want my eyes to see is the endless dark,

To embrace the burial visions.

I cast my curse,

Let summer die,

Let the skies become overcast and dark as in spring,

And let them pour for the tears I have shed.

Let all this new life wither,

I wish for everything to die.

The only reason I remain is to behold the visions of the autumn sky,

And its touch on my great forest.

With the winter gales of anguish my life shall end.